Dream world

It's entertaining when two very distinct parts of one's life collide in Dreamland. I had a doozy of a dream this morning, just before I woke up. In fact, I woke up thinking, "I just have to blog this one!"

A good friend from our church is moving out of state this week. She's very upset about it, since she's never lived more than 20 minutes from her parents or home town. That's where part of this dream comes from....

In the dream, though, it was my family that was leaving town. We were going, for some reason, to someplace in Oklahoma. (Why Oklahoma? I have no idea.) In fact, for all intents we had moved: all our furniture was in the new house, but I hadn't seen the house until this particular Saturday. I was still working here, and had just come to town for the first time. (This is so not likely to be how things work, by the way!) Nice house, nice neighborhood. In the back of my mind was the thought that somewhere in this metropolis is where a fellow blogger lives. (Except, well, no--he lives about 2,000 miles away from Oklahoma!) My intention, while I was visiting, was to give him a call and say hi. (Except I don't have his phone number in real life.)

Things got busy, and I didn't call the first day. We were running around shopping and checking out the neighborhood and getting to know our way around. I think we ended up at one point in a store similar to this one (I've never been inside one of their stores, ever.), where I was lusting after some half-price decorator plates. Typical--that part is normal at least! This was on the second day.

We stopped to eat lunch and then headed back to the house. For some reason, we parked in a small parking lot across the street from our house, next to the driveway of a small neighboring house. There were a couple of kids aged around 4 and 8 or so leaving their house (his kids are about 8 years older than this) followed by the dad, though I didn't get a good look of him, just a glimpse. I said hi to the kids as we crossed the street; dad was in the garage prepping their boat, hooking it up to the car (which, by the way, was about the size of a VW Rabbit. The boat was about three times the size of the car...). I looked at the front of their house more closely and realized I recognized it from pictures I'd seen. On this blogger's website. (He's never posted pictures of where he lives, to my knowledge, and besides he doesn't live in a house. He drives a truck in real life, big enough to tow a boat. Which I don't think he has anymore.)

So, when we got back in our house and I had a minute, I called him. Somehow I had his number programmed into my cell. When he answered, I told him who it was and asked if his daughter was wearing long purple stretchy capris right now. He said she was. I asked if he had new neighbors, and he said yes and then, "Oh. Dear. God." Silence. "That's you!" Silence.

And I woke up. Laughing my head off. Why Oklahoma? I can even describe his house, down to the clings on the back door (flowers, obviously done by or for his daughter) and the color of the siding; very circa 1960. Our house was completely different in style and size... What a very strange dream.