I had such a weird dream the other night. I love sweaters, and I dreamt that I was standing in front of Satan, and he was holding in his hand one the nicest ones I’ve ever seen. I wanted it, and he knew it. To my surprise and shock, he ripped it into two pieces and handed me half of it. He then told me that he would restore it and give me the entire sweater, if I would bow down and worship him. I sneered at him and said, “Are you crazy? What would it profit a man if he gained the whole wool and lost his soul?”
