The first woke me:
I fell back to a light sleep. The second was more direct:
A buddy told me he doesn’t dream about having sex anymore. Last weekend he dreamed about a new riding lawnmower.
I’ve communicated with various pen pals over the years. One very rewarding exchange was with a person in prison on death row. Eventually my letters were returned to me unopened. I inquired what was happening and hallelujah, he had been exonerated!
I recently began exchanging messages with a Chinese student. The journey through "Chinglish" is rewarding. I could never start to approach an understanding of China’s majesty by the English language alone. I am grateful to have received insights shared by our many diverse and sundry friends.
Why am I telling you this?
So you might recognize we are not alone.