A recent dream:

I am with a homeless man. I take pity on him, and I buy a lottery ticket for him, thinking that if it wins, I’ll give him the winnings. It turns out that the ticket wins $1 million. I give it all to him, but it comes in the form of water. I pour this into a mixing bowl of his. He lets it all slowly run away out of the bowl until there is nothing left. I can’t believe that he’s just let $1 million of water go away.

He tells me, “But it is flowing freely from the sky at all times, in all places, on all people.”  And I am shown an image of rain.

He has no need for me to give this water to him.

Brian Grady, Ph.D.

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