I think I've written on here how I feel about dejavu. If not, quick recap: I don't know where I got this from exactly but I've always sort of felt like dejavu is God's way of letting me know that I'm right where I'm supposed to be. Probably I'll get to ask God about this one day and he'll laugh at me and say something like, "No Mamie that was just your neurons connecting a new memory with an old one and overlapping them (reference: most recent Time magazine)." But I still think that. So you might've heard that I've been dating a fellow - I feel pretty safe to write that down on the blog at this point without too much risk - and his name is Thomas. I like to call him Tomás sometimes so if you'd like you can refer to him either way. Anyway, Thomas and I were talking the other day and he was telling me he had had a good dream the night before and it was encouraging to him. Conversation followed:
"Why? It was just a dream." Skeptical, debbie-downer me.
"I don't know. I just think that dreams reflect things in your life, maybe not the exact situation or scenario or details but there is something in a dream that comes from all the things in your life stored up in your brain and it comes out in your dream in some way." Maybe that's not exactly what he said, but basically as well as I can remember.
"Oh, so you sort of feel about dreams the way I feel about dejavu? You know how I feel about dejavu."
"Yeah sort of."
I had a dream about Thomas last night. After that dream, I agree with him about dreams. It reminded me of one of the reasons I really like him. And that I don't need to be so mean and spiteful when I'm mad.
I was at this big sleepover. In the dream it almost felt like a youth lock-in or something because there were a lot of people, except we were all sleeping in the same bed, which was really huge and had maroon sheets, which I don't necessarily think is important. I just remember that they were maroon and that, in my opinion, is a very dark and odd color for sheets. So Thomas and I are at this sleepover and Thomas is in the bed to my left and Mandy McManus is to my right and there is a guy, I can't remember who, on the other side of Thomas. And I'm mad at Thomas. For some unknown reason, I'm really mad and I want to be mean to him so I roll over to face Mandy and cross my arms to go to sleep and won't let him touch me and won't talk to him. Then I wake up, in the dream I wake up, and we're holding hands. When I realize it, I remember I'm mad at him so I yank my hand away and he says to please not to but I say, "No, I'm mad at you! I don't want to hold your hand!" Then I roll back over and cross my arms and pull up my knees to my chest and go to sleep. The next thing I know, I wake up again and Thomas is sneaking his hand back into mine. And I say, "But Thomas I'm MAD at you! I told you not to hold my hand!" and I yank it away again. The third time I wake up and he has taken my hand again and I finally give up and realize I'm not really mad and say I'm sorry and hold his hand. We fall back asleep and then I really wake up.
6 comments:
Isn't love grand little sister?!?!?!?!?!?
It's interesting how the ones we love have this ability to upset us in our unconsciousness. There are definitely moments where turning away in bed happens, but every time someone should reach out their hand. There is something very powerful in always choosing reconciliation. It's important, and I'm glad the imaginary Thomas did it.
P.S. Are you wigging out since it's the end of the semester like I am???
that's sweet.
mamie. this is such a sweet post. your little heart....
Good Christmas?
We thank Jesus for the strength to choose reconciliation practically every day. EVERY DAY! can you even believe that?? God is doing something really really BIG in your heart...i can see it even from all the way down here in Bama :)
Post a Comment