Dreams were very dystopian. People from the Middle East over took our country. Woman were required to cover up and men forced to do manual labor. We were in a huge marble mall with baths and other exotic places for the ultra rich. I was a food laborer I brought raw food from the farm truck to the kitchen when an earthquake struck.

Guess reality entered my dreams?

Today I have to go pick up lettuce 🥬 and watermelon for the turtle. Drive over to my daughter’s house and water the flowers and feed the turtle. They are camping out this weekend with relatives of my son-in laws side. Every year they have a big Fourth of July celebration on a farm.

I don’t really want to drive today! I always think others a drunk or distracted drivers but especially on holidays. But I’ll do it.