I had a nightmare Saturday night - jumbled, disjointed, frightening scenes. It started with our family going to a store's grand opening. It ended with me being trapped inside, watching a plane crash-land in the parking lot and skid into the building as panic and chaos erupted all around me.
I couldn't find my husband; I couldn't find my children.
In the dream, I think I was in a Wal-mart, but I might as well have been in a Safeway, because I'm sure the murderous rampage in Arizona is what prompted it all.
It's a reminder of a cold, hard fact: Today's world can turn suddenly, unexpectedly deadly. There's no place completely safe, no place to hide. But thinking about that too much almost paralyzes me; it always has. Instead, I just hug my kids, kiss my husband and do the best I can to keep everyone safe and appreciate what I have.
Then I hope and pray the havoc stays in my dreams.