In the small hours...

of the morning when dreams are most vivid I had a dream as well.

I was with a young child and we were walking through my hometown of Wausau, Wisconsin. I was showing him various places and we finally made it to the last home we lived in which, far from its current run down shape, was bright, vibrant, and large. On the street by the house there were a group of teenagers playing basketball, some I knew and some I didn't, but I joined the game and took a few shots.

Then, in the moment, I said "You know what I want to do when I get to heaven? I want to shoot hoops."

Interesting, and a pleasant dream.