I had a strange dream last night. And before you ask....yes a general update is coming. Tonight. I promise.

In my dream it was modern day France, but there was still a king. And he lived in a Keep, with a castle and all. When the king had to leave he left me in charge. But I barely knew any French. So I asked my sister Missy to be my translator. As we stood on a wall above a small crowd in the castle she translated a small speech I gave about how this was only temporary, and how I would do anything drastic, but just hold strong til the king returned. And Missy translated it all.

My aide was a woman who I don't recognize. She spoke some English as well as French. Watching the crowd in the castle there were some small peasant workers and some guards and some common folk. After the speech Mim (what I call my sister) and I walked down the steps behind the wall and out a small driveway nearby. She told me she didn't want to be my translator. It was too tough and was hard to have expectations to be perfect.

I told her that was reasonable and ok and I'd find someone else. As we approached a car that was to take her home she said she forgot her bag back on the castle wall. She ran back up the steps while I stayed back talking to my aide. After a few minutes she hadn't returned and I walked back the driveway and up the stairs. At the top I saw Mim on the other side talking to two peasants who were tending a garden on the top of the castle wall across the way.

She is trying to offer a woman (it was a woman and a man) some water and the woman is refusing. The man refuses too. She turns away from them to leave and quickly the man pushes her off the wall before turning back to work on the garden. I am hysterical and run down the stairs past my aide who is coming up them. I am screaming my sister is dead and run across the courtyard to where she fell. When I get there her body is gone. I search all over and start to head up the stairs on that side to the top of the wall. On the stairs I pass a new man I've never seen before, but he has a creepy sort of smile on his face. I pass him but turn my head to look at him and he's looking back at me still smiling.

And then I wake. I thought it was strange enough to write down. Bizarre and vivd like most of my dreams have been lately. What it means I don't know. If it has any meaning at all. But bizarre none-the-less. Now to bike to work.