Another week

Not the best weekend. Certainly not the worst but outside of making it to church, you didn’t accomplish squat. The good news is that’s bothering you now at least. Thanks to trying to be responsible in case you had Covid you’re stirred clear of the gym all week until Friday. So naturally you made it a heavy day and ached Saturday and Sunday. It’s not like you had plans. But still.

You really did not want to go to church. You made yourself go and was glad you did. First verse in the service was in John 19 talking about the counselor you were just marked as having questions about. Nice little pat on the back, lolz. Behold the pure coincidences. 😂

Friday was the one hundredth day. Didn’t think to count until today. Definitely for the best. You screwed up and napped on the couch. Remember a few dreams. She finally wasn’t in one. Someone else was. No one you recognized.

Somehow You went back in time to what seemed like The 50s or 60s. Things seemed different but not that different. Simpler, but people didn’t look much different the way you would expect. Fashions, hairstyles, all seemed like they could go in many time frames. In someways it didn’t look any different, but it felt different and you knew you were in an earlier time.

You were at an after church lunch or something. You were there at the event with two or three people. One was a much older kind man in a simple suit. Tall, and thin, like people were in the 50s & 60s. The kind of man you would expect to wear a hat with his suit but he didn’t have one. Or maybe he was carrying it or head put it on the rack because he was inside. That had to be it.

You don’t remember much about the meal but you were also there with a woman with short light brown hair. For some reason she was very special to you. She was older but not as much. Maybe 60. Bizarre that that’s only 15 years your senior. It didn’t seem to be a romantic thing, more an intense respect thing. But there was something more to it. She wasn’t smiling, but you didn’t detect any anger per se. Didn’t come across as a motherly or sisterly figure. Now that you think about it there were some very vague resemblances to Granny, But only in temperament and demeanor. Didn’t look like her at all.

You left with her and felt good, having had a good time at the lunch. Then you asked her if it was possible for you to return to your time, and if you could, would she like to come with you. She looked at you as she kept walking and gave a cold smile that seemed like an answer. But in the sky, Three Boxes seemed to open almost like file folder drawers? No idea. Each had an answer. Yes, No, and No. Maybe you forgot one of the questions. Something that would’ve come first. Because apparently you couldn’t go back to your time, and she had no interest in going to it either. This actually seemed fine with you. Almost as if you would be happy here and it didn’t occur to you until that moment.

Recounting this dream 12 hours later; you’re shocked you remember this much.

It’s not like you associate anything about church with the 50s or 60s; this almost seemed like more of just a really positive community. Maybe associated it with simpler times.

You really looked up to the older man. Maybe in his late 70s early 80s? He’s no one you recognized either. In all honesty everything seemed exactly as it would be today; but it just felt like it was in the past. The only thing that even made it seem for sure was when you asked about returning to your own time.

You could be happy there though. That seemed to be your takeaway. There’s no point in trying to hunt for meaning; it’s pretty self-explanatory; and if you’re wrong, it’s not something you can figure out. It’s your subconscious doing its thing, whatever that is.

So odd that you remember as much as you do this long after. Whatever.

You have to wake up early in the morning for lab work. Could’ve handled it the other day if you hadn’t eaten breakfast. Have to fast.

Mom is still flattened by Covid/Bronchitis. Not doing well, but at least showing improvement. Aunt and uncle on dad’s side both have it too. Right when your uncle house is going to have to look at having a lung transplant because of COPD. When it rains it pours. Splashes in the water all around you from distant guns.

So tired.

10 steps forward nine steps back. Big week. Get some sleep. Dear Lord thank you for everything and thanks for the cats.