“What’s it like?”  That’s a question Michele McCreary, a long-time acquaintance, asked me in a dream.  She was talking to someone I used to work with before I retired.  When our eyes met, she asked, “What’s it like?”  I thought she was asking about my retirement, as many people had recently.  I told her a few things I’m doing (including starting this non-profit, Font of Mercy).  She walked away puzzled and disappointed.  I was confused about her reaction.  She was normally a joyful, encouraging presence.  I write down the few dreams I remember in my journal to try to discover a deeper significance. When I did, I realized she wasn’t…