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I dreamt I died last night

I had a pretty rough time of it last night. In my first dream a woke up before a home invader could rape me and in the third I dreamt I drove a 15 passenger van off a bridge and into the Ohio River.



The second dream had snakes and I woke up whimpering.



What's worst about this dream where I drove off the bridge is that after the van left the bridge the dream held in a steady cam wide angle of the bridge as some cars stopped so the people could look down and out of frame to where the van went into the river and other cars continued on. After about twenty seconds of this I thought, "I think I died." But the dream didn't end and I began to freak out that this was what actually happened after you died. Of course, freaking out is what broke the dream and I woke up. It was 6:15, and I decided not to try and get any more sleep.

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Where I've been 2

I was away a while ago, geographically, away from the internet more or less, but I've been here at home for over a week now. I seem to have been away from you, my dear imaginary readers. I wonder, really, who reads this. I got nothing. I've been listening to David Sedaris read Dress Your Family in Denim and Corduroy. His dry simple delivery the nonchalance over the important ...the crystal clear observation of the mundane. It was what I had always hoped for a blog, or book, or conversation, or sermon, but realize now that I want it too much to achieve, crushing really. I too had wanted to tell a story about nothing but in such a way as the story was quite more than nothing it would become a statement about American life and the emptiness of being modern. The big things I've been doing, attending funerals, traveling across the country, preaching, interviews, employment there are many stories to tell, but my heart for telling them has departed.



I dreamt last night that Jamie Eubanks and I went grocery shopping. We were living in an apparent police state, and Jamie had been wanted by the state police, but had tricked them into arresting somebody else (now that I type it, that's really horrible). He seemed uninterested in produce; I bought limes because my father was coming to town, oranges and orange rinds  (for the zest I guess, and they were so much cheaper than the whole orange), candied fruit for a fruitcake, hot dog buns because Jamie had eaten the last of them in a post-church camp frenzy (that's the explanation he gave me, said frenzy did not occur in the dream) I awoke as I was considering whether or not I needed to buy eggs. strange dream.

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Where I've been

I haven't posted in the last couple of weeks, and mostly I have no real excuse. The only thing I could offer is that I have been to Louisville twice in the last six weeks, which at 6 and a half hours one way is saying something.

This week I am with my friend Amanda during the funeral for her grandmother and a few days afterward. Last time Amanda and I finally finished the format for the Bible Study we've been working on all year.

I may not post again until I get back home to Peoria, but until then at least y'all aren't in the dark.

Slow and Steady

It occurs to me that this expression we have "slow and steady wins the race" is really rather silly. Slow and Steady definitely beats "fast and faltering," but what really wins the race is fast and steady. Could it be that when we teach our children to be slow and steady we are in effect training them to be stoic, stolid losers?

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