. . . things from your dream start showing up in real life. Yesterday, while stopped at a gas station, I looked across the street, and lo and behold, there's
the Suzuki shop from my dream. Not, only that, but I talked to a homeless guy named Derrick who was from Liberia while we were stopped there. He was probably a little Schizophrenic just judging from the way the conversation went, but I gave him a tract and talked to him a little bit about Jesus. Of course, this is a sea port city with closely packed streets and no grass, at least now during the dry season. So it was “interesting”.
