We all have those strange dreams...
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We all have those strange dreams. The dreams where your sibling or best friend shows up looking nothing like themselves. Instead of being a petite brunette, your friend enters the dream looking like a large Chinese woman. Or instead of having short, dark, curly hair, your brother has long blonde dreadlocks. But the strangest part is that you know who these people are, even if they don't match the descriptions of those you know and love. In the context of the dream, their looks always seem normal -- it's only later, when you are retelling it, that you wonder "How could I have possibly known who that was?" I wonder if some of the same thing happened to Jesus' disciples. How could they have known what Moses and Elijah looked like? Were they wearing nametags -- "Hello, my name is Moses, pleased to meet you"? Or is a heavenly vision more like a dream, where you accept all sorts of improbabilities without batting an eye?
