I had a dream last night that I was in love with this guy, but had not told him. We went camping ... me, him, and his 2 little kids. While we were camping, this creature in a monk's robe came after him. It looked like part rabbit, part kangaroo, and part wolf ... and it was the size of a man. The guy and a few others went out to fight it, but they all died violently.
I was left with the two kids. I looked out the window, crying, telling his little boy that I never got to tell the dad I loved him. The boy said, "Oh he knew. He was going to tell you he loved you this weekend."What the heck?! What a horribly Nicholas Sparks jerk of a dream!