There's a girl, I don't know her name, but we're pretty close, I've never seen her in real life before. She is a runaway child, lives her life on the streets. I'm walking with her down a an old road decorated in pot holes. Accompanying us are two friends from church. We're laughing.
We come across a homeless man without a voice, the girl appears to know him. The man is slumping on the side of a fence. Next to him is a sign (this is a fuzzy memory) "We enter God's stomach when we die."
He lifted his t shirt and written in permanent marker was the same thing. Everyone shook their heads showing their understanding. I just stood.
Soon after, we left past the homeless man and sat on the edge of a curb. I get a slap on the shoulder and I turn around. "Yeah?" I ask.
"The devil becomes the Lord." He says as he looks me straight into the eyes so innocently. He begins to laugh as if I had just spoken an ever-so-lighthearted joke.
Postscript: ...What do I make of that? If I have another haunting dream again tonight, I going to fret. I woke this morning with a throbbing arm and pained calf, both on the left side. How did I possibly hurt myself so much in my sleep?
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