Every morning I get up at 6, take Noah to the bus at 6:30am with Ayanna in her backpack carrier strapped to my chest, and when we come back upstairs, I give her a bottle and put her mean butt back to bed! This morning, I, too, went back to sleep. I had a strange and serene dream. It was very pleasant. I'm going to do my best to recreate it here:
I can't recall the first part of the dream very well, but I know I was leaving somewhere and on my way somewhere else... in a very big hurry. I accidentally put the car in 5th gear (an automatic car with a 1st and a 5th instead of a 1st and 2nd), and looked down to see the "5" lit up. I knew this was a mistake, and the car started making a really funny noise. I quickly switched it down to 1st, then into drive to try and correct the problem, but the damage was already done. The ticking noise was growing louder with every rotation of the tires. I had to pull off the road, and fast.
Up ahead was an Advanced Auto, or Auto Zone type of store, but it wasn't either of those. It was some hybrid of the two logos, and I can't recall the name of the place. I pulled up a steep hill of a driveway, and found a parking space.
Walking into the place, I can clearly remember the mood: somber. It was almost as if it were a memorial service instead of a parts store. As you walk into the store, to the left were the aisles with merchandise neatly displayed, but to the left was the strange part. There was a lunch counter like those they had in the 50's and 60's, and tables to eat at. But, no food was served in this place. Just parts. Even more strange, it was all white with a very small amount of red accent.
I sat down at a table with Brenda Pugh (now Massey) and A.J. Choleric, and we ordered a check engine light from the pimply-faced teenager (just like in a 60's sitcom!), and Brenda pulled fountain drinks, straws already inserted, from her purse. I know we were talking, I saw us laughing, but I did not hear this conversation. I saw lots of other people sitting around and near us. Everyone seemed to be talking to one another and enjoying the conversations. It was all muted to me, and I heard the soft revving of an engine in the distance.
"Danielle"
Someone had called my name. I turned around, looked, turned back to Brenda, then heard my name again.
Turning my head again, I saw a blonde looking at me. She had chin-length hair, freckles, and glasses. She was holding a small baby boy (?) and was trying to get me to watch this child attempt standing up. We talked about kids for a few minutes, then I asked if he was hers. She was already on mute. I looked at others and asked them, and they seemed to have ME on mute. No one heard me, no matter how loud I got. Never did get my answer. Was the baby hers?
I turned back to Brenda, and leaned in close, so no one else could hear, and said,
"That's Jessica Hollebrandt, right?" She was sitting with Minita Little, Lawrence Benedicto, and Craig Bettenhausen. To the table next to them was Isaac Feldman, Drew Scull, Biro, and Dakota Wingate. It wasn't until then, that I looked around and saw that everyone in the place went to school with me at one point in time.
Eric Sanchez came up to me and asked me what I do for a living, really random. I told him I was currently unemployed, he said "that sucks" and as I was explaining to him that I loved it since I was able to stay home and watch my babies, back here on earth, in the real world, Ayanna was waking up, and I heard her talking to me through the baby monitor. [dream over]
I wanted to shut her out, and go back to the dream. It was so peaceful. I have never felt that kind of peace and serenity while awake. It was still and calm like someone had died, but you could feel the genuine love and happiness in this place. It was an amazing reunion with all ages and classes invited. A whole high school, middle school, and even elementary school reunion, of sorts.
So what does this mean? Was I dead in the dream, and that's my idea of heaven? A parts store with a cafe that doesn't serve food? Someone please analyze that!
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