I had a very very bad dream last night. I watched some men pull J into a car with a gun at his head and they drove into the woods --- but, I saw J later on in my dream and he was okay. Is was a very bad dream though. He looked at me and his hand was out the window and he tried to open the door from the outside - I couldn't do anything. I was too far away and when they drove off I was sure they were going to kill him- He had this look on his face when he was looking at me...scared and I couldn't help him. The dream filled me with such terror. I woke up right after seeing him in the dream that he was okay. If it wasn't for that part I would be sure that something bad was happening to him in real life.

I was cold and rainy today. Monika and I took umbrellas and watched the men carry the tree and put it up. We counted around 27 men. I'm not really sure 27 drunk men should be doing such a job. But, this tradition has been for over 100 years. Every town trys to have the tallest tree and the men must stay awake all night to make sure no one from another town cuts it down. If that happens, then they have to go into the woods and get another tree. I don't imagine that would be much fun with a hangover.

Monika and I came right home after the tree was put up. It felt great to get warm and dry.

Thomas came over. He got the DVD's done. We are having Oma over either tomorrow or Tuesday night to watch.

Brigitte invited Oma over earlier for dinner and it was really a good time. she watched us play cards.