“In a dream Jesus told me ‘you are all seedlings’” I told them. They stopped sipping their lattes and chewing their crumb cakes. It wasn’t really Jesus but actually a horned owl. I wasn’t going to tell them the truth now that I finally had all their attention either. Coffee drifted throughout the air as glasses clinked and people sipped. The problem was my friends were all now watching me. Waiting. Playing right into my hands or so I thought. I don’t deal well with pressure. Clearly they wanted a meaning or an epiphany or something. “Well?” Susan asked wiping crumbs from her pink lip. My mind raced. Trying to piece the dream back together. Hoping to give them something that Jesus might have said in a dream but the owl didn’t say another word. It just blinked a few times and flew off.

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