I had a horrendous dream last night. I dreamt I was sitting in the backyard of my parents’ house, in a lawn chair, looking off into the horizon. Up in the sky I saw a very large airplane/spaceship. It was gliding across the sky. Ever so gracefully it flipped over and just plummeted. I could tell that it wasn’t far away and I took off running to see if I could help. As I ran, I prayed that it didn’t land on any homes. As I approached the wreck I woke up. I can’t tell you how relieved I was to find out it was just a nightmare. I went back to sleep and dreamt I was babysitting children. They were playing with Play-doh and they kept squishing the different colors of Play-doh together which made me very, very upset– almost more upset than watching a horrific plane crash.