No this is not a post about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. No, I really did have a dream. I just woke from it a half hour ago. This dream was so powerful it swelled my heart with joy and love and put me in tears. I don't know if this is happening to anyone else in here but the older I get, the less I think about boys in a sexual way. That is especially true of my dreams. I never have sexual dreams about boys anymore. Instead, my dreams about boys are about love and friendship and lots of hugs. This last one was the best yet. In my dream I was a very proud granduncle and had all these wonderful little children running around who were the children of my niece and nephews. We were all camping, staying at some cabins somewhere. There was one little boy in particular who was quite attached to me. He was about five or six, cute as a button, and he and I were great friends. We played together and just had a great time. He even gave me a big hug. I hugged him back and told him that I love him. That's when the dream ended but man it was so vivid, like a movie. It was in full color and even had it's own theme music...with lyrics no less. Incredible. Maybe God is giving me a glimpse of Heaven. I hope so because if Heaven is like that, it's going to be awesome.