the other dream - which was before the other, but slightly better, so i'm ending on this note instead

i was on a walk with a very intelligent, jeff goldblumesque, atheist jew talking about faith. we were discussing evidences of God and the Old Testament. it was very academic-type conversation. i loved it, and was hoping it was having an impact on him.
we went on a walk again the next night, discussing the same thing, but also including how the New Testament fulfills the Old. such great conversation. the type of conversation i've been looking for. the kind of conversation he'd been looking for. i think it hit both of us at the same time. crap. here we are on a walk around a lake under a starlit sky, enjoying stimulating company, but crap. we can't fall in love. i can't fall in love with an atheist, and he refused to fall in love with a Christian.
and then all of a sudden it was daylight and there was a huge, tornado-like storm, and he had to cling to the metal pole that was holding up a park shelter, and i had to cling to his arm because i couldn't pull myself far enough up to get to the pole, and in the back of my mind i couldn't help but hope that our making it through this would show to him that there is a God.