I woke this morning to my radio which serves as my alram clock. They were talking about the cyclone that hit Myanmar, aka Burma. I read about it previously and knew it was pretty bad, but I didn't know to what extent. Now thaey are saying it is much worse then prevoiusly reported.  I wanted to go to my interent and read more about what the death toll is. Then I realize it doesn't matter if it is  one hundred or tens of thousands. It still a terrible loss no matter how you put it. I feel so bad for those people. I look to myself and say, my God I am so friggin lucky to be living in  America where I have comfort with many luxuries that many people dream about. There's been many times I complain about my situation, but now it doesn't even matter. I need to be grateful for what I have and be humble.

last night I had a short dream so I think I'll record it here before I forget. I was walking down a path next to a field. Along side me was an older woman, it seemed like it could be my mother, but I couldn'r really tell. Lets' just say it was a mother like figure walking with me. My attention was at the field. it lloked like a wheat field or something like it. There where llamas and ostriches wandering in the field. The odd thing was that there were no barriers to keep the animals in. or so I thought. The woman told me that there was an electrical barrier to keep the animals in. It seemed to be invisible  so I stuck my hand to see if it was real. Then I got shocked. I fell down on the ground. A couple of people came by to check my pulse to see if I was still alive, they declared me dead. I knew this wasn't true because I was listening to them say this. I tried to tell them I am in fact alive, check my pulse again. But I couldn't say anything. Finally I managed to get up onn my own and everyone looked surprised. They siad I just survived 20,000 volts of electricity. Then I cried uncontrollably. Like I have never cried before. I think it was because I was so glad to be alive.