I had a nightmare this morning. Not one of those "wake up breathing hard dream fades everything's okay" but a "Wake up quivering close to crying hug me now Greg I'm so scared and I'm gonna cry for the next half hour" nightmare.

For some reason Greg and I had this huge huge house we shared with Mom and Dad and Keri but not Andrew. (Andrew is Keri's husband, Keri's my sister.) It was attached to a mall, which made no sense, but was useful for going to the bathroom. Mom and Dad were packing, and Keri and I and Greg were packing, and I hadn't thought anything about it because Dad said we were going to be moving to where our friends were. Then Dad left and Mom was there and she didn't want to talk about it, but she said we were moving to where our faith started. Then she looked even moreupset and said Dad didn't want to tell me. Then she told me that we were moving out of the state (MA) and I freaked out. I told her I spent my whole life trying to get to move into MA and I didn't want to move. Then I woke up.

Greg told me Dad called before I woke up. I was too scared to call him back. I was so scared someone somewhere I knew was moving. Fortunately he just wanted to give me Uncle Dick's email address (why on earth didn't Dad email it to me?) and talk to me about the short story I finished. *whew*

I mean, I knew I hated moving, but I never realized just how deep this went.