I had a good one last night. Well, it wasn't good, but it was vivid. I was in prison. And I was on death row. I had a blue jumpsuit, and spent most of my time in handcuffs moving from cell to cell. So much happened, it was one of those all night dreams, but ultimately I ended up in New Orleans to be hung. My mother cried, and my Dad was very supportive right up till the end. My dream ended with a one day stay of execution. and before the tomorrow dawned I was awake.
Corie was in my dream, but no children. Maybe that's why it was easier for me in the dream to accept what was going on. I don't know what I had done to deserve death, but I remember waking up with this on my mind:
Philippians 1:21 (NIV)
--Ben
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I dreamed this morning that Mom gave Granny the wrong Christmas present--it was an outfit intended for me, and Granny refused to take it off. She went around with the too-large outfit hanging off of her, looking ridiculous, but wouldn't listen to us telling her it wasn't meant for her.
I'd take my dream over yours--I prefer lighter dreams :)
That's my boy!!
You forgot to tell us you were convicted of...
Yikes! Mom
I didn't know what the conviction was for.
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