Last night I dreamt that I was at my parent's house in NJ. I was woken by the noise of a mob, and the explosion of cannons. I looked out the window and saw thousands upon thousands of men with torches and cannons surrounding our house. I woke up my father. "Oh," he said nonchalantly, "that's just my army." He walked out onto the deck like a king on the parapet, and proclaimed, "It's too early, go back to bed!" The men slunk off into the trees, grumbling that their fun was called off.
Now the weird bit.
I called my parents tonight to tell them about this. While my dad got a big kick out of it, my mom told me that they're doing a Revolutionary War reenactment in Liberty Corner tomorrow, (complete with cannons, bayonets, and other 1700's paraphernalia) about a mile from my parents' house! Maybe the ghosts got stirred a day early. (Although he's a Korean War vet, I'm not sure how my father fits into this. Reincarnation?)