I dreamed that I was praying/speaking/writing about my oldest child, a "lost sheep" with Asperger's syndrome and multiple mental illnesses. Whatever it was, it seemed very profound, but I knew he would be so deeply offended to hear me refer to him as "him" (he is transgender, living as a woman) that he would cut me out of his life permanently. So I folded it and put it in my top drawer. I was hoping to remember what it said when I woke up, but I can't.
Edited to add: it was the top drawer of my dresser, where I keep my intimates, along with small items I may want to hide from my kids.