Last night I was dreaming away. Not sure which level I was dreaming at, and I'm pretty sure I don't care. Unless my life is incredibly amazing and this reality is a dream, I can't imagine anyone stealing my thoughts or combing the depths. As I was dreaming, an unfamiliar man kept making an appearance. He was pleasant for most of the night, he just kind of was present in the back ground, looking like a stereotypical 50's government agent with the beige overcoat. The time had come to start talking with the man since he'd been around my mind all night. He had a great smile and approached me with the pleasantness of an after church encounter. Things took a disturbing turn when he got about a foot away. Then he went Eli-Roth-recreates-the-Librarian-from-Ghostbusters. He had crazy fangs and made a move.
So I woke up. Take that crazy dream-creeper. But the damage had been done and I was having nothing more of sleep.
I've been trying to solve whatever mystery this is, but am slowly realizing that maybe someone is messing with me. So I'm looking for an out of place sage that wants a protege to help right the universe. In the meantime, Eph. 6:10-12.
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