I haven’t remembered my dreams that vividly in the last few weeks, so I guess last night was a whole stream of them. I can’t seem to remember any of them now except for just one.

I am in some big dark room playing paintball with Chris and his cousins. Mind you, I don’t even know what paintball looks like and have only heard of it. I see all these different colors everywhere, and suddenly something knocks my left hand, and the diamond in my engagement ring cracks. An entire piece of it falls off. I hold my hand close to my eyes to examine it. Yep – it’s shattered. Too bad we didn’t get it insured.

Chris’s cousin comes over to inspect and has a worried look on his face. After a few moments of looking at it, he pats Chris on the back and says, “It’s okay. it won’t be that difficult to replace!”

Ouch.