In my mind, a sentence.

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From a dream, a punctuation mark to change the meaning.

So many doubts in the sentence.  Memories, logic, lessons learned, truths... or just an excuse.

There is the past.

There are current doubts.

There are shadows over even those things.

What will she see if I allow her to get close, that close, too close?

Can she help in my struggles?

For my part, especially after 'seeing' through the dream... it really doesn't matter.

I am not even afraid, now, to seek.  Neither a no, or a yes, only that the future must be attempted.  If I had to guess, the dreams of mountains were merely the first step.  I have... often been slow to His will, but sure.  Time isn't as it might seem, though.  Not for ancients.

I meant to take a nap earlier.  I decided against it.  It seemed too late by the time I found the... moment.  I stayed awake until 19:00, almost 20:00 really.  I received my nap and a dream, no more.  One was sufficient, the other... might alter the rest of my life.  Yes, I keep backsliding.  Cold feet, mind you, and all that jazz.  I suppose He knows.  Not my will, His.

Balls!  However it works out.  And yet, a wolfish grin plagues me, at finding myself trapped, at least on my side of things, and at myself.  He 'do' work in mysterious ways.  Though, if you saw her, I don't think the mystery would be... all that great.  No sleep for a while, so... later?