Last night a disturbing dream:
An old lady lay bed-ridden in our bedroom on a queen-sized bed. She was Adam Carter’s (a fellow English student) grandmother. In the dream he was attending law school. He paid her a visit and started arguing against the existence of God. She got very angry and said something to the effect that, God is so totally good, and that he should use his arguments for the criminals who aren’t good. She was a very strong, wise woman. I was frightened of her. I dreamed that I tried to wake up and suceeded, but the woman was still in our room. I kept calling to D. “Honey. Honey” but D. didn’t wakeup, until I said “Sweatheart”. I asked for a hug.
