August 26, 2015

Terrible dreams, about a kind of semi-spiritual zombie haunting the city where I lived and, apparently, ran a restaurant as a front for a metaphysical detective agency. A rainbowy shimmer or the disappearance of part of the body would sometimes give the zombie away, sometimes not. Not only was it horrible, but it didn’t go away once one woke. When I slept again, the same dream came back.
   
Class on the ancient Hebrews, realized that some of the students (more than the one who asked the question) had no idea what the Old and New Testaments were, nor where they came from, nor what they were for. I had mistaken the pained looks on their faces: I had taken them for opposition, when they were in fact utter confusion.  Maybe the zombie dream was prophetic of this.
   
A reporter and her cameraman were murdered on live TV in Moneta, Virginia. The Internet now carries a video apparently taken by the gunman. One awful thing upon another.