Unlike Stan, who does exist and is my son, and is almost as naughty.
I think deep down, you know it's worth considering the idea that it is real.
I don't want anyone to make that pledge. It upset me that I wrote that.
I've had quite a few of these. Back in the day. I'd wake up and see an angel on her knees by my bedside praying for me, or praying over me. She was wearing some kind of old fashioned nurses uniform.
The one I can't easily explain is, in all my 40 years, i've dreamed of an encounter with two saints on separate occasions.
Each time I asked these persons their name. One told me he was 'San Miguel', the other told me she was Gwendolyne ("like Wendy").
In the dream, with Gwendolyne, I was in an ordinary kitchen dining area probably a flat. I was stood to the side of her on her right hand behind her, in the kitchen.
She was showing me her right breast, kind of in profile. I was looking for a while and in the end was beginning to be turned on a little bit.
So I realised then this was a holy encounter, same with San Miguel.
I went and sat at the dining table. Her daughter, blond hair about seven years old comes over to me. I ask the daughter
who that was, she says "Gwendolyne, like Wendy".
So I look it up when I wake up. Turns out there is a Saint Gwendolyn or also called Gwenn. And she is attributed
as having three breasts. And is now obscure but was once celebrated.