What dreams may come

We finally made it to Fort Bragg to see sweet Meg & her Michael in the wee hours of Thursday morning. After about two hours just catching up on what our lives have been like over the past three (even though it seems like forever since the wedding) weeks, we decided we needed to nap. We saw Mike off to work and then quickly conked out for a few hours.

With sleep, come dreams, and with all the worrying I've been doing lately, it seems only fair that those worries would soon wind up in my dreams. And so, after two hours of sleep, I was startled awake. Not by anything in the room, just a sudden realization in whilst dreaming. And just so you know, I'm not a crazy that takes her dreams seriously and literally each and every time. But it's different with certain people that I'm close with. It happens sometimes where I'll dream about them and then they call or show up the next day. It kinda freaks me out sometimes.

So, this realization... Mike was being to deployed to Haiti for relief efforts. Let me explain... I'm often so wrapped up in my 'bubble' {as it's often called} that I don't connect things right away, and more likely, hear about things way after the fact. I'm sure that if Mike wasn't deployed, I would have been unaware of the disaster for a few more days if not weeks.

So with that being said, I have a dear friend, C., that is currently in Tortola working on a boat. Probably not a 'boat' so much as yacht, or mini cruiseliner, but again, to me, just a vessel on the water, alas, boat. Sorry if I've offended any boatlovers.

Anyhow, so this dawns on me, and I immediately wish that I had some semblance of a geography knowledge of some sort. Of course, I don't because we moved around so much with the Army, there are lessons that I missed out on as each school, town, state curriculumn is different. That's my excuse for any type of general knowledge that I don't know, by the way.

Can I tell you that I love the iPhone? I google-earthed {yes, I just made it a verb} Haiti. Then Tortola. Then I wished I had some sense of distance. Yeah, don't ask me to estimate how far anything is, either. So according to googleEarth, it's close, but then again, what do I know?

So I called to check in with him. No response. I'm sure he's fine. He always is. I just worry. It's not even me. It's just those dreams again.