God is so great; I have a new plan.

I love my babies.

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I was up early this morning, about 1:30am. I worked and played until about 3:30 and then went back to sleep.

I had a dream.

In the dream, I was living with #3 and riding a motorcycle and when I got home we hopped in the car. I was in the backseat and in the passenger seat were my babies. I saw the back of their heads. I knew I couldn’t contact them, but I decided to anyway. I reached up and touched my daughter’s hair. Then I touched my son’s head. And then I kissed my babies and told them I loved them. I was crying.

In the next scene, my grandma Winett was standing next to the home next door. I walked over and explained the problem, that I was going to go to jail for three years because I had contact with the children and I could never ask them not to tell their mother. I told her that it was worth it.

I woke up.

I felt better.

On the way outside to practice my vice an idea suddenly shot into my head (as ideas are thrust often now by God).

It’s a complete plan to make things a little better.

I have an expert witness.

I have an attorney.

I have God.

I cannot get the children back, but I can at least win the right to mail letters. I could at least make an appearance at a family gathering without going to jail.