Last night I was trying to remember the last name of a woman I had worked with years ago. The name wouldn’t come to mind no matter how hard I racked my brain. I looked through some papers to see if I could find the list of co-workers from that job, to no avail.
You shore you aint takin Lunesta or one a them other sleepin potions? I took one a momma’s Lunesta pills (she calls em sleepin tablets) one night cause I couldn’t sleep. My gootness, I dreamed I was a WOF preacher with a TV ministry, sellin PhDs for $100 each to all ma preacher buddies. Now at was a nightmare fer shore. Hey, I aint never took another Lunesta.
When you break down the drugs name you will find the answer;
Ole Timer, I’ve never taken a Lunesta. I don’t used sleeping pills.I did take one ibuprofen with supper last night. Since I dreamed about this woman, I prayed for her this morning. (And I didn’t have to say, Lord, You know her last name, lol.)I just think it’s interesting how the mind works. Funny thing was, I knew there was an a in her last name.Now, I should mentioned I dreamed about Cojak the other night. His grandson was making us omelets. So I prayed for Cojak the next morning, too.
If you ever dream a the ole timer, don’t think twice, pray twice. Even a parody needs prayer. Do you want me to pray a WOF-prosper-him-in-whatever-he-sets-his-hand-to, or a good old-fashioned, Lord-make-him-miserable-till-he-repents prayer?