I keep hearing friends speak about their missionary dreams and talk about all these spectacular places they have experienced the pleasure of being called to in their sub-conscience mind. I love anything vicarious which is why I love movies and reading. So you can imagine how disappointed I was every morning to discover that I had had another zombie apocalypse dream ( I need to stop watching the Walking Dead).
But last night I dreamed of Philadelphia. French speaking.
It's funny how when you dream it feels so real. I was so excited and joyous at the opportunity to serve in a metropolitan city learning French. J'aime le francais!
But then I woke up. And it was all a dream.
Oh, Philadelphia...I was so close!
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