I don't want to hear, "It was God's will."
It wasn't His will that my 29 year old husband, the love of my life, died before he got to tell his stories. We live in a broken world, and God grieves with us when we lose our loved ones.
It was never God's plan for His children to die.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
In Which I Am A Time Traveler and Acquaintance of Tim Gunn
I dreamed that I was in an apartment complex in Colorado. I was with a team of people hunting those who had been turned into...some sort of creature (they had black eyes, no pupil or whites and they became very violent once that happened). We caught two children in the apartment complex, and our team narrowly avoided being killed by some adults (they were either vampires or demons, I think).
We reached one room and realized we'd found a magician's rooms -- the walls were blue, there was a light that projected the solar system onto the walls, and everything was quiet and mysterious. Until the magician arrived. He threw orbs at us and for a moment, we froze and then were blasted out of time and space.
I found myself in a plowed field, and I started running, afraid that whoever came after me would kill me. I stumbled through the rows, passing farmhands and farm equipment, until I reached the road. There was a guy named Matt and they had found a body earlier. I knew it was connected to what I was doing but didn't say anything since I didn't know where or when I was.
Matt said I could stay with his family for a while so they came to pick us up (dad, grandpa, mother, cousins?) and we rode in a jeep through the fields and up a mountain to a resort area (the houses were HUGE) to where they had an old, rambling wooden house (sort of a lodge) up against the mountain. It was beautiful.
I grinned at Matt when I saw it. He got out of the jeep but I stood up and looked at the house, thinking it reminded me a tad of The Burrow (although it was much bigger and nicer).
We went inside and lo and behold, there was Tim Gunn! We'd seen each other before so I waited for him to place me. He started talking in French, mentioning a few names, but I said "No" in an accent and while he tried to place it, I told him we'd met briefly at a Runway event from my hometown (and the weird thing is, we *have* met in a dream before, exactly where I described. I remembered it in this dream).
We went to sit and talk and I couldn't help it and leaned over to look at his hand. He waved it at me, knowing what I was looking for and I said, "I'm sorry. I'm just...I'm always hopeful you found someone." Then he told me how important it was to him that people care.
Then I woke up.
We reached one room and realized we'd found a magician's rooms -- the walls were blue, there was a light that projected the solar system onto the walls, and everything was quiet and mysterious. Until the magician arrived. He threw orbs at us and for a moment, we froze and then were blasted out of time and space.
I found myself in a plowed field, and I started running, afraid that whoever came after me would kill me. I stumbled through the rows, passing farmhands and farm equipment, until I reached the road. There was a guy named Matt and they had found a body earlier. I knew it was connected to what I was doing but didn't say anything since I didn't know where or when I was.
Matt said I could stay with his family for a while so they came to pick us up (dad, grandpa, mother, cousins?) and we rode in a jeep through the fields and up a mountain to a resort area (the houses were HUGE) to where they had an old, rambling wooden house (sort of a lodge) up against the mountain. It was beautiful.
I grinned at Matt when I saw it. He got out of the jeep but I stood up and looked at the house, thinking it reminded me a tad of The Burrow (although it was much bigger and nicer).
We went inside and lo and behold, there was Tim Gunn! We'd seen each other before so I waited for him to place me. He started talking in French, mentioning a few names, but I said "No" in an accent and while he tried to place it, I told him we'd met briefly at a Runway event from my hometown (and the weird thing is, we *have* met in a dream before, exactly where I described. I remembered it in this dream).
We went to sit and talk and I couldn't help it and leaned over to look at his hand. He waved it at me, knowing what I was looking for and I said, "I'm sorry. I'm just...I'm always hopeful you found someone." Then he told me how important it was to him that people care.
Then I woke up.
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