The faithful need only worry about...

The faithful need only worry about...

what rules they didn't follow correctly which might prevent them from entering the kingdom.I on the other hand have to worry about stupid stuff like where the hell the sock with my

name and contact info went, because with my life went my memory. So excuse me all to hell, but I cannot for the life (or death) of me remember my own name, where I lived, or even

. Even worse that they might owe me money & never pay me back, or maybe borrowed my car just before I went into the machine & are still driving it wearing away the tyre rubber &

engine. "Aw, the hell with it!" I muttered & stepped inside the machine. The door slid shut & a female voice spoke. "Welcome! My name is Florence & I'll be your guide through time.

" Immediately I felt the machine heave like an elevator and I knew we were moving. "Hey Flo," I said, "to what time period are we going? I didn't make a selection!" I felt my face

. Yes, it was still there. I pinched my arm. Ouch. I squeezed Flo's cheek. "Hey!" Oh good, I wasn't dreaming. I searched the time-traveling machine's databases for our itinerary.

The itinerary presented itself in Enochian but through the timestream's penumbra I could see it had been written in Aramaic. This meant our Time Traveler was also a Dream Traveler.

The one time that General Custer had been prevented from completing his mission had been when he faced off against the Dream Travleing Boullion Mind. This whole affair smells bad.