It’s possible that my recent spate of dreams I remember, which includes:
- Jami and I at the airport, possibly representing her moving back into faith more easily than I
- me introducing Micah to Rachel Held-Evans
- me dismissing a spirit of hatred from my father’s house, represented by an anonymous old woman who furiously kicked a cat of of his house
- seeing Luke N.
is completely nothing. It probably is. Any feeling to contrary is probably superstition. And I feel slightly ashamed for it feeling it.
But it’s been every night.