A dilly of a dream

I have mentioned before that I have wild dreams. I have already started to forget alot of the one I had last night, but I remember I was holding a baby in my lap and it was my daughter, then it changed and there was a young boy that I know who is a son of a friend. The boy had this puzzle in his hand and somehow someway my daughter had be changed into that puzzle and when he picked it up the puzzle pieces all fell apart on the floor. In the dream I knew it meant that my daughter was somehow lost in these scattered pieces and I woke up with this feeling of devastation that was hard to shake.

Thought for the day: Just because you'r paranoid doesn't mean everbody still isn't out to get you.