Last night I dreamed that Brandi and I arrived somewhere on an airplane. After getting off the plane, we were on a runway and we saw that there was a lot of commotion. From someone's trunk people were passing out bullet proof vests. I grabbed one, put it on Brandi, and then put one on myself.

We then ran through a crowd of people, pushing our way through doors and making our way down escalators. At some point, I knew we were running toward our children. Brandi couldn't keep up, so I left her there and ran on toward a building that our children were inside of.

Once inside the building I looked around for our children, but couldn't find them. Finally, from around a corner, Nathan walked up to me. In his typical way, he began to talk over me (he has Asperger Syndrome), telling me about something he had just experienced as if he had seen me every day for the past 11 months. I got down on my knees, hugged him, put my hands on his face and said, "I have missed you so much."

At that point, while noticing that Brandi had caught up to me, I cried.

Then I woke up. And I cried.