He woke up from the dream confused. He had been in a passionate argument about religion with someone, an older man that he couldn’t now recognize. The funny thing was, he had been arguing for Christianity with this man instead of against. He had been in the middle of a rant about how important his personal testimony was to his faith. He could still feel that surety and certainty, even as it faded as he regained consciousness.
It was as if he had been a devout Christian instead of the Atheist he had been for most of his life. In the dream he had been arguing from personal experience. Bringing up memories of religious experiences that he couldn’t recall now, but that had been core to the person he had been in his dream. Transitioning from the dreamer to the awake was always a little confusing.
So this is me trying to write. I had the idea and started exploring it. Now, I’m a little stuck because I don’t know how much time I want to invest in this story. However, I’m going to call it a successful day. Thanks to My Best Friend in the World, I have actually started writing. I spent about 2 hours today working on things, so that’s enough. I can see that I may need to have several different hosts for my thoughts.
Sixty years 