I AM AT A BIBLE STUDY GROUP FOR JEHOVAH’S WITNESSES. It is being held in what looks like my house in Wirksworth, but I am told it’s “Helen’s house”. My ex-wife is there. She confesses to the group that she
IT WAS THE LAST DAY OF A JEHOVAH’S WITNESSES CONVENTION. I was helping pack up furniture in one of the administration rooms. Then the room morphed into a school classroom. Some of the furniture was mine—a desk and a sideboard.
I WAS WITH A GROUP OF JEHOVAH’S WITNESSES. They seemed to know something I didn’t—something traumatic that had happened in my past. I started to remember, just feelings at first, and then vague details. One of the Witnesses, an elderly
I WAS WATCHING SOMEONE CLIMB A LADDER up my next-door neighbour’s house. As they reached the top they lost their footing and fell to the ground. I rushed to the scene to see if they were okay and found a