Muscatine

I also am a bit dyslexic. But yes justcurious, you warned me, I failed to heed. Good idea from now on. I looked over several and with my sausage digits and transposed letters,I realize how many there really are.

To the question. I rarely get stumped by quandaries of my grandchildren, but last evening after dinner, we were gathered about the family room giving some time to the soul. Out of the blue, our youngest gran daughter we don't get to see that often, quite seriously asked *gramma, does the devil get in our dreams? Now I consider myself a bit knowledgeable in matters of the soul, but by God I just couldn't answer that one. They still attend church over in tipton, so I told her to ask their pastor, but for the moment I said, no darling, I think that's one of those places that are our own. Any thoughts on that ladies and gents?

I think whatever is inside us infiltrates our dreams. for example, I watch lots of westerns on TV. Some of my dreams are cowboy themed. At one time I read lots of crime novels. So, sometimes I dreamed that stuff. That's my opinion anyway.

I agree there nedl. Our fears, desires, hopes, and joys seem to be in there once we drift off. I get some super bazar dreams, some I cannot wait to wake from. Some I wanted to go back to. I guess then, if there is some essence that might keep the devil out of our subconscious, it is a good thing. I cannot recall one dream that involved the evil guy. Nor the good guy for that matter. I have never had one dream that i recall anyway, where there were horrible beings, monsters if you will. Or, one that involved me as another person. There are those, a few anyway, I have had where I find money and the things I dearly enjoy collect. I tell you also, we both wear c-pap. My husband has a bi-pap actually. He rambles all night long about some of the funniest things. I try to recall them, but most I forget throughout the nights. It's so odd too, because he talks so clearly even with his mask on. I sound like rudolph with his false nose when I try to talk with it on. He even yells at times, like he's arguing with someone. But he doesn't recall much of these dreams. He just giggles when I tell him about some of the things he says. It's comical, like listening to a phone conversation where you only hear the one side.

No...everyone knows the devil went down to Georgia...