I awoke today in a strange but familiar funk. From time to time I have strange dreams that leave a glaze or residue on my day. It can be frustrating to have this experience, that you have no control over, color your waking hours. And often times after coming round and remembering these midnight memories, I know that I am in for a battle on this particular day. This is a sign, a signal, that something is afoot. See, I believe the dreams are significant in a march larger way. They are a puzzle piece to a much larger attack I must endure. Call me strange or fanatical if you like, but I believe these dreams and the ensuing battle throughout my day to capture my thoughts and rend my heart into a posture of humility–these things are part of a larger spiritual battle.