Missed chances

Today I had a dream about lying in the bottom of a dried lake with many Italians, my brother and his friend. The lake was supposed to have a curing effect, you could think (but not talk!) about your problems and it would heal you. I think it was on an island, the coast was very rocky. We got there by the Old Man's boat, some sardine fishing may have happened, and on our journey from the beach to the lake we passed through a posh house, I was left behind and ate some valgeid klaare on a hilltop. I bet that tree was in Estonia, no other country has such lush early-autumn nettles under apple trees. This has nothing to do with sin though. I guess I hoped the lake would be more fun but at least it was very warm and nice so I pleasantly dozed off.

Yesterday.
B: Here are your Oreos!
Y: Jesus is not dead.
B: Excuse me?
Y: Jesus is not dead and he cares about you too and would like to talk to you.
B: Right, let me put these Oreos through for you. That's £1.60 please.

Exactly 24h earlier at home.
B: Hello..
X: Hello! Would you like to talk about Jesus Christ? We are here to talk to you about Jesus.
B: No... I don't think I would. But good luck, bye.
X: So you wouldn't like to talk about Jesus?
B: Nope, no.