I had a dream the other morning that I was drinking my favorite Bucky's beverage, a tuxedo mocha, and that I had misplaced it. I purchased another and again, I misplaced it. That sounds pretty much like me in my waking life. In my dream, I ran into an aquaintance from a ministry I use to serve in and offered to buy her a mocha also since I had misplaced mine, yet again. I was walking through the parking lot to the door of Starbucks and a homeless man with a red backpack walked up to me and tried to take my money. I started running and he bagan chasing me while I desperately clutched my $6.00.
So, what does it all mean?
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