Somebody stole my credit cards. That’s about all I remembered this morning from my dream. I awoke when I discovered the dastardly deed. I’d been sleeping in some sort of camp, so my billfold was available for someone’s greed.
Not dreaming now: We went for years without credit cards and only use them now for emergencies or necessary items while traveling in the US. We’re very much cash-only people. Pay as you go. So you can see how stolen credit cards would cause a disturbance in our family.
It’s very rare for me to dream or remember dreams, whichever it is that occurs, since if I don’t remember I can’t tell you if I dream. Though the specialists say we all dream in our sleep.
Would to God that we all dreamt the dreams of God in our waking moments.