I use the dream to ask god about the dream I keep having.  my son falls down the stairs while holding a baby girl.  I am too late but not too late to **** the blood from his toes because his arms are broken.  the baby is nowhere to be found and I have no one to contact.  my son is going in and out of sleep and I tell myself this is the end of my outsider status.  I’d start my day but god needs more time.