It is a joke in my house that I have a lot of weird dreams. Hubs calls them “AmyDreams” and notes that they often deal with things that frustrate or scare me. Last night I had the strangest dream I’ve had in a long time, and I really can't connect it to any personal frustrations or fears.
The setting was the bedroom of the house I lived in when I was growing up in Lima from age 7 to 16. In this dream however, I was my adult self. As I awoke one sunny morning, I noticed a huge praying mantis on the inside of the window to the side of my bed. By “huge” I mean a body of maybe 2’ long. I reached out and touched it, and it waved a leg at me. This mantis was new to me, but I wasn't afraid of it. I was more curious than anything else.
As I watched this insect, it started walking slowly clockwise away from me. It moved across the drapes that hung beside the window to the wall and eventually it walked across my tall hutch where it stopped for a break.
With one eye on the large visitor, I started getting dressed. I also talked to it. I said, “I don't know if you have a name, so I’m going to call you George even though I don't even know if you are male or female.” Again, it waved a leg at me as if it could understand me.
Continuing its counter-clockwise movement, it crossed another set of drapes and the front window and headed toward the closet which I had left open. As I watched, it went to the shelf above the hanger rack and got in between some items about in the center. George then looked like he was settling in for a nap, so I left the room.
When I came back later, I looked into the closet, and in the place of the mantis was a small man sitting on the shelf. He was dressed in a little beige suit the same color as the mantis had been. As I stood looking at him, he said, “My name is Christopher.” About this time my husband entered the room and joined me to look at the miniature man.
Christopher told us that he appreciated our hospitality. He explained that he has been traveling the country staying with various relatives until they grow tired of him, and then he moves on. He said he didn't have long to live, and he was trying to see everyone one last time.
We left the room and then Hubs said to me that since Christopher was homeless, maybe we could let him live in our downtown apartment. (What?) I told him I didn't think that was a good idea. The next time we went into the room, we looked for Christopher on the shelf, but he was gone. We looked all around the room and found no trace of our new little friend.
How totally weird is that?! At least it was entertaining and not upsetting! Maybe my muse was just getting me to write something creative in my blog to entertain my readers? I hope you were entertained!
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