So - last night I had a dream. Here goes: I was at an Ocean-front resort in Thailand. As I walked downstairs I saw the surf backing WAYYYY Back. "Tidal Wave!" I thought. I ran to Mary to ask her where the kids were. "Mary" was inside a display case in the lobby, and was actually my MOTHER. I said through the glass, "Hey! Where are Alaina and Ethan?" "I'm not going to tell you!" she quipped. "TELL ME NOW! I've GOT to get them to higher ground!" We went back and forth for a bit, before she told me they were 'safe' in the BASEMENT of the hotel. "FUCK that! I want a DIVORCE!" I yelled to her, as I rain towards the stairs. I pounded down the stairs, turned a corner in a hallway and found my kids sitting in what looked like an office break room; they were eating Graham Crackers, and drinking Milk. "C'mon kids, NOW!" Alaina was herself, but at age 3. Ethan was himself at current age/appearance. I grabbed Ethan, and sorta tucked him under my arm and held Alaina by the hand. We ran upstairs. As we passed the lobby, we saw the rushing waters. Now, Alaina was with some young women just behind Me running with Ethan. I Looked over my shoulder and saw a HUGE wave strike Alaina and her group. I placed Ethan on a set of stairs and told him "Son! RUN. KEEP running UP! Always UP! Don't look back!" He took off, and I turned around for my daughter. I passed through the lobby and saw the surf carrying off 'dots' - People, really, just their heads above water. I burst out crying - when I heard 'HEY! DADDY!' - My daughter's voice - her current voice, at age 6, not her 3 year old voice. I ran and found her clinging to an umbrella from an unbrella table, still in her 3 year old body. We embraced as the tears flowed down my cheeks. "I've got you, honey." I said. "It's okay Daddy - when the waves hit, I rode in the water for a bit; didn't struggle. Then, as I passed this table, I grabbed on and knew you'd come for me." Inside the hotel and up the staircase. At the top I saw Ethan, huddled in a conference room. I ran to him and we 'high-fived'. "GOOD JOB buddy!" I said to him. "Daddy! I ran! I kept running up, like you said!" Now the three of us huddled with a group of strangers and started moving towards the roof-top...when.... I woke up, got off the couch, because I had to pee. All that rushing water in my dream did a job on my bladder! So - that's it. Thoughts?