The hard bump on my head, the water, the lack of oxygen, and the climb were exhausting. Everything turned black again. I was out. Really out.

My dream stopped, but I didn’t wake right away. I was out.

Some dreams don't last long enough.

I walked around the small cluster of buildings. All the windows had been blocked shut permanently with concrete. There was only one doorway, and it had no door. Still cold, I decided to take a look inside.

The wind, the waves, and the storm had exhausted my strength. I cuddled up next to the structure hoping for shelter against the storm. I was cold, wet, and in the dark. I thought I’d never get to sleep, but I did.

I woke in my own bed, trying to remember the details of my dream and wondering how to continue.

I wonder what I’ll dream tonight and if the building on the rock will still be there when, and if, I return.

What good is a lighthouse without the light?

Tomorrow we'll pick up where we left of and continue from Heb 11:17-19. We're picking our way through this section very slowly and carefully to dig out all the backstories. I'm enjoying the examples and taking notes. The stories are still relevant. Tomorrow the stories and my story continue. Send me a Telegram if you want the details.