Farm hand?

The morning of Tuesday, May 12 is host to the most recent dream I can remember. Sadly, at this point, I don't remember a lot of it.

I was out in the country of what I would assume was Milford, walking around, and came across my old high school math teacher, Mr. Fanning. I explained to him that whenever I drive by him and he's mowing his property I honk, in case he ever wondered who it was. I also told him that if there was ever anything that he needed help with to let me know. At that point, he took me to a small farm house that he was fixing up and took me up on my offer. He employed me to rewire the existing telephone lines and terminals in the house...

And that's when I woke up.

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So I'm going to try to keep this blog as a "Dream Blog"... meaning that as I have dreams (especially the weird ones) I'll post about them. I've tried to do this before and have failed miserably, but I'm hoping this time will be different.