Dear Doves, Last Friday night I had a dream it is as follows: A disaster of some sort had taken place (I'm not sure what type of disaster had happened, but whatever it was had been devastating). My family and I were all in tattered and torn clothing, we were disheveled, dirty and dazed. We went to our church, everyone in our congregation was in the parking lot, looking the same way that my family and I did. Our pastor said we needed to load up everything from inside the church (hymnals, the cross on the wall, pictures, etc.) put it in our cars and flee. All of us quickly began loading up everything from inside the church and putting the items in our vehicles to flee whatever had happened. Then I woke up.

Ariel