Last night, I believe it was, I had a dream that, if I were some sort of theist, would likely have inspired me to heights of proselytization.  Whatever events had happened beforehand I forget, but at the beginning of what I can remember, I was standing on the porch of my parents' house, at night, with the yard cast in much darkness, illuminated only by a light source up on the porch.  I was surpr…