Last night I had a dream that I was going to be in the bishopric. It happened in the middle of the night. I woke up right afterwards, and immediately thought that what I had just experienced was more than just a crazy dream. I did not write anything down, but rather went right back to bed. I wish I had written down what was in the dream, because when I woke up again in the morning I could not remember anything specific from the dream – just that I had one of me being in the bishopric and that I woke up during it with that feeling. I told Sarah about my dream.