I have had vivid dreams all of my life. Most of them have been silly and close to bizarre, while many are instructive and life-enriching. Last night's dream was simply divine.
In my dream, I was walking around my childhood community visiting some of the people who had contributed to my life in one way or another. To my great disappointment, I could not find anyone at home. The Keiths, the Fousts, the Meadows, and the Minges were nowhere to be found. No one was at home.
After I left the Meadows, I looked down the road and saw the Minges leaving from their driveway - all seven of them packed in one car. Gone. Disappointed, I walked back to my grandmother's house, sat down under a Maple tree and cried.
Once I stopped crying, I decided to go into my grandmother's house to look around. To my surprise, everyone I had wanted to visit was there to see me. It was delightful.
One by one, each of us embraced one another and told each other what each meant to the other. Hugs and kisses, laughter and tears, jabs and jokes abounded. I remember hugging Katherine Foust, Louise Rucker, and Helen Minge. I fell in love again with Lisa Smelcher, Naina Keith, and Pam Minge. A number of us struck up a ball game in the front yard while Leo Keith coached us on how to bat, field and throw.
My dream ended with all of us sitting around a large table loaded with food and drink. We sang the Doxology led by Jinky Foust and Joe Yarnell with Mickey Maples playing the organ.
I woke up, but I didn't stop dreaming that one day this dream will come true. . . again!