Last Night's Dream ~

He was just a young kid who had come back from Vietnam and he was telling me how deathly afraid he was when out on patrol at night opposing the Viet Cong . . . 

A Nightly Visit ~

And there I was, in the old Bach choir again, not in the bass section but among the tenors now, singing away and reaching all the high notes.

Words Written on a Dilapidated House ~

Yipee! Wir sind am Ziel unserer Träume.
Translation:

Yipee! We have reached the goal of our dreams.

New Experience ~

It was a happy dream . . . I was standing in front of a grade-school class and a boy didn't know the German word for "page". "Oh, that was the very first word we leaned in Chapter One of our German book last year," I said. And all those little girls and boys lit up and smiled with such glowing faces, the likes of which I had never seen before.

Encouragement ~

Last night In a dream I was trying to convince a down-and-out parish priest how good his work had been and how I admired him for his steady, sincere apostleship. I called him a Man of God, but he wouldn't hear it.

 

Thomas Merton ~

Last night I had this funny dream: I was beside Merton in a choir stall and he was bent down low over a tape recorder and started to play a tape of a hundred children voices laughing lightheartedly. All the other monks started laughing, too. Merton looked up at me with a knavish smile on his face. Someone said: That's Merton again, up to another one of his tricks.