I went to bed crying lastnight, but its not what you think... I laid down and tried to go to sleep and couldn't, so I went through my movies and I was like "hmm, what do I want to watch". Hey, lets watch "Pearl Harbor" a little voice in my head says. "OK" says another... And I do. Its been a few years since I watched it. And, you know you can forget stuff out of a book/movie if its been a while since you've watched it. Obviously, I forgot how it moved me. And it reminded me of a dream I had
(before the movie ever came out, believe me, I freaked when the scene of the Japs were just flyin in was exactly as one of my dreams from a year or so before its release - I dreamed that America had a surprise attack, in the heart of America, kids playing and everything. But in my dream it wasn't military bases being it, it was us, the heart of America. I still have that nightmare to this day once in a blue moon....anyways)
So, I'm layin there in my bed, the movies over. I start remembering when they told me UncleD was being deployed for Desert Storm. I started remembering when I came home from work that awful morning of 9-11. Remembered alot of "significant" things in my life that were turned upside down because of war. And cried. And cried.
A plane flew overhead this morning waking me up. I about flipped. I was reverted back to my dream for a moment. (Was dreaming we were at war with *not sure who* and it was in our own back yards)
Damn. No more war movies for me...
Feeling:
FreezinListening to: "Chances Are" Bob Segar & Martina McBride



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