My Tin Soldier showed up again. He'd cut his hair shorter than ever and it looked incredible. We played a game, using his house as our territory, climbing in and out of windows, using the pool, climbing up the walls and onto the roof.

His sister was there, too. She's never been in the dreams before, so now I'm wondering if she was one of those unlucky in Northern Israel.

I'm thinking of going again really soon if I'm able. Maybe next summer instead of Ireland. Maybe I'll apply to staff seminar or something. And it's weird. I suddenly feel the calling. To do something active about all of the shit there. The only downside is that I'll have to go in the army. Well, my heart and lungs might keep me out in which case they're a blessing. But perhaps Aliya is near for me. I never thought that would actually happen for me, but maybe it's time.

I'll see how it goes. You know I'll continue to look in every soldier's face. Every guy's face, probably, just to make sure. I'll probably run into El-Ad at the Kotel. Haha. It's true. All Jewish roads lead to Jerusalem and all Jerusalem roads lead to the Wall. Maybe I'm on one already.