What happens when you have influenza? You sleep a lot.
What happens when you have a fever? You have feverish dreams. Yes. That's where I've been.
Well, this is me wanting to share the dream I had Friday night. It might require a little backstory.
Backstory: I have a "friend" named Mike. Now, I say "friend" because I'm not entirely sure what we are. We sat next to each other in Modern Poetry last semester... and we talked in class. He didn't live on campus though, so I never saw him at meals or outside of class. I wish I had. At the end of last semester he kind of disappeared... I haven't seen him since probably the first week in December. Yeah. I've been a little worried, but I don't have any way to getting a hold of him. Mike is an agnostic/atheist. I never even tried to talk to him about my faith. Yeah. So after Dare 2 Share I was feeling pretty lame about that, and started praying that I would at least get a chance to talk to him again. We'll see if that ever happens. I hope it does.
Okay. I think that's enough backstory. If I think of anything else I'll put it in parentheses. On to the dream.
Dream: My family and I were in Iowa visiting my mom's family. Only, this wasn't the small town in Iowa that I was familiar with, it was most of a suburb. And there was snow. Lots of it. Actually, it kind of reminds me of a suburb in Omaha. Anyways...
We got to this house where my Grandparents were with my cousin and her family (all four kiddos). It was kind of disturbing because Lily, the second oldest who's four, had really short baby-fuzz hair. (In real life she has super long and beautiful blonde hair.) I never did find out what the deal was with that. The newest edition, Jordyn, sure was a beautiful baby though. It made me really want to see her.
Before we even had a chance to get all of our stuff into the house my grandpa announced that he invited Mike to join us at the bowling alley. And almost immediately, Mike walked through the door. (I had once told a friend that if I ever saw him again I may just become overcome by whatever girly emotion I was feeling and just hug him because he was okay.) I didn't jump him right away. At first, I felt incredibly awkward and I was trying to get stuff all squared away. So he was standing in the hallway talking to my family.
Eventually, I did return to the hall and get that hug... which was weird. Because we did this thing where we were still hugging but walking down the hallway to the kitchen, kind of like dancing. My dad was following us, so I laughed and I whispered in Mike's ear that Dad was following. Mike promptly let me go and walked back down the hall. Yeah. Weird. He still hasn't said a word to me at this point.
And then it was suddenly time to go to the bowling alley, apparently, because I was the only one left in the house. I grabbed my coat and purse, and by the time I got outside all the cars were gone. I couldn't even find my car. And then my brother was running towards me on the sidewalk saying, "Anna, we've gotta go!" I said, "I can't find my car! I don't know where it went. I'm the only one with a key, where could it have gone?" Mom and Dad drove up to get us then, so I told them about my car. Mom's response was, "It's probably just blending in with the snow, it is white after all." I think I raised an eyebrow at her and then realized that they were driving my car. I don't know how... Dad's got mad skills.
So we got to this bowling alley, and as it turns out we're celebrating a birthday, I don't know whose. I end up sitting in the lobby with Lily on my lap, Mike is nowhere to be found, not that I had looked particularly hard. He came out of the actually alley and said, "I gonna head out." My grandpa just told him it was good to see him again. I almost had a panic attack.
"Mike! Wait, we haven't even gotten a chance to talk!" I tried to set Lily down on the floor, but she grabbed my ankle. "Mike, wait!" I finally got her to let me go, and ran outside after him.
I got into his truck with him, and he immediately started driving away (!!!) and started saying, "What are we evening doing here? We don't like bowling."
"Well, I like bowling. Wait...we?"
"And the Lord of the Rings. We don't even like those movies."
"What are you talking about? I love those movies. Why do you keep calling us, 'we?'"
"Can we go rent some Stargate?"
"Why would we do that? I own most of it...you like Stargate?" I knew by then that he wasn't going to answer any of my questions.
"I don't even know why I'm here."
"What do you mean "here?" Do you mean, like, in Iowa, or the bowling alley?"
"I mean, here, on this earth and here, in Iowa." He then went on to talk about reinjuring his foot and getting into the karaoke business. Which is apparently how he knew my grandpa.
"Mike, I know why you're here--"
And then I woke up. Yeah. Lame. I was going to tell him that he was there because I had prayed for a second chance with him... and I didn't even get that. sigh
"Then I was weary, very weary; and I walked long in dark thought." [Gandalf, Two Towers]
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