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And The Old Will Dream Dreams

“...and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams.” Acts 2:17

Did you get the blood transfusion? I ask.
He incredulously responds. WHAT?
The blood. Did you get it?
My husband condescendingly laughs and says
Um…yeah.
Frustrated by his condescension,
I roll over,
resume sleeping
and
dreaming the blood transfusion dream.
It’s 4:30am.

I’m not an old man, but...
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  1. Melisa WellsNovember 20, 2014 at 7:42 PM

    LOL!

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    1. Rochelle FritschNovember 20, 2014 at 8:30 PM

      And I was GENUINELY angry because it was like I was the crazy one. Okay wait, I WAS the crazy one...at that moment, at least.

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