The Dreams of Hannah

I dreamed that the church was on an island so the only way people could get there was on a boat. I lived in a house on the island so every Sunday morning I would watch the people coming to church and identify them. I don't know why I found this so amusing . . .

Anyways then I went into the church building and into the fellowship hall where my Sunday school class was taking standardization tests. I went over, picked up a test form, and sat down in a chair. But then the test forms turned into construction paper and Paula told me we were making "happy pictures" to stick on balloons and float them up to the ceiling. Everyone was writing things like "God Rules" and "Jesus is Awesome" on construction paper and gluing them to the balloons. I remember wondering why a high school class was doing this . . . why weren't like the kindergarteners?

I thought for a long, long time what to write on my card but couldn't come up with anything, but I kept blowing my nose, so before long I had an enormous wad of tissues. I went to put them in the trash but Alisha screamed at me not to go in the kitchen, so I put them in the trash can outside the kitchen and accidentally knocked over this box of crayons. Everyone gasped and someone said, "UH-OH! YOU BROKE PJ'S CRAYONS!"

Beth and I hurriedly started picking them up. They had really quirky color names though, like "Dosky 3" and "Bear in the Big Blue House--The Crayon That Wipes Away All Fears." As we did this, Beth was taping herself talking about what was going on. Periodically she would rewind and listen to what she had just said. At one point she rewound and listened to herself saying something along the lines of "We are so ashamed. We have replaced all of our youth pastor's special crayons with normal ones."

As she said this, PJ came in the room but she didn't try to turn it off or anything, she just let it play. And then she said, "PJ! We found some books with pictures of you and Geon and Deon but they were after Geon died . . . what happened?"

PJ stormed into the room, began picking up his crayons, and started screaming "WE DO NOT EXPLAIN THINGS TO LITTLE CHILDREN! WE EXPLAIN THINGS ONLY TO THE WEBSTERS!" I swear, in the dream I thought he was possessed or something.

And then I woke up.

Labels: alisha, beth a, paula, PJ