I had a dream the other night, when everything was still–and it wasn’t of Susannah a-comin’ down the hill.
I dreamed I was standing on the beach, nobody else around, just watching the surf. And then up from the waters rose… Bill Clinton. Larger than life. He wore a wet tuxedo and looked kind of bloated, so I couldn’t be sure if he was dead or alive. And then he advanced toward me…
Of course I woke up.
By and by it occurred to me that this was not as original as it seemed at first. And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns, and upon his heads the name of blasphemy. (Revelation 13:1)
No, I’m not making up a wise-guy story to make a political point and abuse Scripture. I really had the dream, just as I’ve told it to you. And I don’t think I need a crystal ball to understand it, either. Neither do you. We need hardly discuss anything so obvious.
Does the current state of our country give you bad dreams?