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I was just a young teen when
I dreamed I woke up from a nightmare.
I dreamed I got out of bed,
that it was early morning
and the house was quiet.
I thought I was awake,
walking down the hall,
everything perfectly normal
when the Devil jumped me!
His hot breath was in my nostrils!
His incendiary claws were in my gut!
That woke me, this time for real.
At least I thought I was really awake,
but I had my doubts.
What if I was still dreaming?
What if I was about to be fooled again?
Is it any wonder I went on to
study philosophy in graduate school,
or that I trust you, God,
and not my senses?

Photo of the photographer’s wife asleep on an airliner.
Photo and prayer 2016 by Danny N. Schweers

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Comments from readers

Holly said:
I would kill my husband if he did this to me! Ha!

Mary said:
She is going to kill you for this one! Hope all is well.

Larry said:
Not nice. Surprised your wife is still speaking to you.

Tom said:
Too much Descartes leads to no good : )

Pat said:
How brave you were to take the picture and then post it.

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