I had a dream about you. I asked you out to coffee and you said No thanks. Im a recovering insomniac. I said No worries. My conversational skills are sure to put you to sleep.

I had a dream about you. The king decreed we could only speak one word and that word would be assigned to us. Your word was hello and my word was goodbye. You made me happy and I made you sad. Or so I thought. Turns out you rather liked me telling you goodbye. You just wished I didnt keep saying it. You thought one time was good enough and that after that I should never speak to you again.

Prayer at its highest is a two-way conversation-and for me the most important part is listening to Gods replies.

How do we know were not people in a movie she asked.I looked at her not knowing how to reply.Mama ... how do we know that things are realGreat. Now we have a junior existentialist in the house.Well we dont know. We just have to hope that what we think is real is real.But how do we know she asked insistently.Ah a scientist who wants empirical evidence.We dont know. We just have to hope.Mama how do we know things arent a dream You know how sometimes life feels like a dream Do you ever feel that wayYes sweetie I feel that way all the time.