I just dreamed that I was sentenced to the death penalty and I was spending my last time with my parents, our hands joined together, tearfully in prayer. I was leaning on a wire mesh window and we were in an unpainted cement room.
I remember praying about the crime and what sounded like the family of the 'victim'. I remember praying, in tears, for friends and family.
An actual line recalled: "Father, please be with my friends.. I praise you for them Father! I PRAISE YOU!"
I woke up around ten minutes ago and prayed. It is 4:00 AM.
I doze off, and suddenly I dream of Meg. I was in what seems to be her family residence in Manila - lots of varnished wood. She was rushing since 2 of her guy friends with weird names were going to pick her up.
I remember picking up a Twix with only one bar in the wrapper, and eating it. As I walk up a small flight of stairs I nearly bump into Meg, who sees the half-eaten bar and replies with shock (couldn't actually remember the exact words, couldn't truly describe the manner of how she said it). I hand her an unopened Twix.