I just woke up from a dream in which I was being chased by a very persistent Thomist who wanted to sift my soul through some sort of metaphysical meat-grinder. Not wanting to find out what that would do to me, I escaped to Paradise, where I learned that Father Abraham now relaxes in a very large La-Z-Boy recliner.
Weird. I’ll bet Freud would have fun with that one.
Uhm….
that was real.
(haha)
Gotta think on that one. I’ve had several wierd dreams about moving to Minneapolis and meeeting Greg for the first time. Strang.
What did you eat before sleeping?
Tom