As I dreamed, I saw a man named Evangelist turn and look down a road. In the distance, a figure was approaching. He was certainly taking his time. 

As he walked up, Evangelist greeted him cordially and they began to talk. They engaged in what appeared to be small talk for a few moments, and I learned that the man’s name was Randy. 

“Where are you going?” asked Evangelist. 

“Oh, nowhere in particular. I just go where the women are.” 

“And why is that?”