Dreams and Such
I'm all moved. And I'm mostly unpacked, so good for me!
I love my roomie, she is super sweet and I think we are going to have a good time together. The dogs, all four of them, certainly seem to be enjoying themselves.
So I had this odd dream the other night...
I come into the house from WalMart, carrying a bunch of bags. Mostly groceries, some other random stuff, like replacement earrings for my 'trainers.' I'm doing that thing where I carry way more than I should because I don't want to have to go back out to the car. I have managed to get in the door and the dogs were all going nuts, PB & J in their crate, Dixie in her's, and Nellie in Vanessa's bedroom. So I'm yelling at dogs to shut up and juggling bags when I hear some one say "Hey! Hey, over here."
I pause, trying to figure out if I actually heard something - is the tv on? And I hear it again "Behind you."
I turn around towards the door and look at the Jesus picture hung there on the wall (It's actually there, in a gold frame with a built in light and it changes back and forth between two pics when you walk by. Honest to blog. Literally.). The Jesus in the picture proceeds to say "Hi there" and take a seat on the rock beside him.
I scream and drop all the bags. The dogs go even crazier.
Jesus says "Hush!" and the dogs all stop barking.
I'm blinking in utter disbelief. Jesus says "It's okay. You aren't crazy."
"You would know," I say. Apparently I'm witty when utterly shocked.
He smiles and dismisses my comment. "I know you're worried, about living with someone like Vanessa."
I nod. (And I am worried. She's very religious and devote, and I'm just this side of Pagan. I'm really concerning I'm going to freak her out.)
"I know you think that she thinks the reason you are here is so she can save you. So she can rub off on you."
I nod again. Wit has fled.
"But you are here to rub off on her."
"Really?" Incredulous has sprinted in to fill the space.
Jesus nods, his head a little shimmery, like things look when they are on those shifting picture things. "You can handle this. You know how. And like you say all the time 'It'll be okay.'"
Really? Jesus just quoted me? Rock on!
I don't really remember much more to the dream. I'm sure we made small talk until the ice cream began to melt and I had to put the groceries away.
I'm not one to doubt the higher powers, but I think Jesus was wrong.
I think I'm bat-shit crazy.