You may recall that a recent post included the story of the strange visions and dreams of Josiah Wilbarger and Sarah Hornsby. I can’t report anything so dramatic, but when I woke up around 6 o’clock this morning I realized that I had just been dreaming. In my dream I was at an airport, presumably Austin’s, although it didn’t look like ours. I was wandering around outdoors at that airport, and for some reason no passengers were allowed to leave the grounds. I remember thinking: “Why can’t we leave here and go home?” Maybe in my dream the other passengers and I were playing the parts of the imprisoned e-mails that should already have gone out to you but hadn’t yet been able to (and still haven’t, as I write this).