The night you went to Reno for Danica’s non-wedding, I was awakened during a vivid dream where you fell off the bed.
I woke up panicked and disturbed, feeling that the dream meant you had fully lost your testimony—that you had “fallen off.”
Later, you told me that it was during that trip with your cousin Britney when you really opened up—when the waterfall burst and the floodgates opened.
Why would I, through a dream, have known about that while you were in a different state?
Was it just a coincidence? A fear manifesting in a dream? Or perhaps a sign from God?