Chapter 50: A Sad Observation

I saw him slipping through my fingers toward the end of the dream. He was so similar to me…. Yet so much more.

The next dream, on the next night, was kind of similar to the one I had had the night before.

Only a little bit.

Just in the fact that it was a “Catholic” situation yet again. Wow. How often would this occur, and why?

This time, Jesus was standing there near me. I had prayed for this to happen the ...