Let's Get Some Brunch...While I Wait.

Today, I had brunch with my sorority sisters. It was an event I have been looking forward to attending for months. It has been nine years since I have attended our induction chapter's annual scholarship brunch. I had my clothes picked out several days in advance. =)

I went to bed kinda late the night before though; I couldn't sleep. My boyfriend has been acting so inconsistently lately. One day he's acting "normal"; other days, he's distant. He went out of town this weekend to Orlando...again. The second time in 30 days. The reason for the first trip? to pick up his beloved dog (we'll call him "Boxer") from his mother's home. She had had Boxer for about four months (I will try to explain this another time, another blog). Literally one month later, he's going back to that city...no small task since he and I live in a midwestern city.
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I prayed for God to give me understanding in this situation. Once I finally fell asleep, I had this dream...

*****Begin Scene: I was in my childhood home (um, actually it's more like my teenage home since I lived there only from ages 14 through 17). I was my current age (27.75) and on the home's second level. My mother was there as well as an overnight guest of my mom's (no improper behavior should be inferred here; the guest was one of my mom's closest girlfriends from when we lived in KS during early 80's. What's so crazy is that this friend is currently staying at my mom's current residence for the next 7 days.) Anywhoo, either the doorbell rang, or someone knocked at the door. My mother answered and it was my boyfriend, his mom, and about two other couples (whom I cannot identify nor describe; I could just sense they were there). They all came in and kind of huddled around one another and were chatting excitedly. My boyfriend, however, was sitting on one of the couches tinkering on his Blackberry (I hate that darn thing, but that's another time, another blog). I was at the bottom of the stairs as I watched everyone. I went to go join in the excited chatter but realized I wasn't appropriately dressed. Everyone else was kind of dressed up. I'm not talking about formal wear, but they were all dressed to go out for a night on the town. So I went back upstairs to put on some clothes.

I remember going through a pile of clothes and picking up a caramel colored satin gown/robe and thinking, "nah, that's too sexy for this occasion". Then all of a sudden, my boyfriend was upstairs with me. He leaned toward me and said, "When we pulled up to the house, my mother said, '*This* is [The Wife of Uriah]'s house?'" (Commentary: Boyfriend's mom did not say this with disgust or sarcasm. It was more of a tone of shock re disbelief or one of amazement or good impression). We laughed and then I grabbed a terry bathrobe, threw it on and went downstairs to mingle.

When I returned downstairs everyone was seated and watching a movie. Boyfriend was back on the couch fiddling with that friggin Crackberry (insert picture of me stomping on that Blackberry like schizophrenic leprechaun. But I digress). What's so crazy is that it wasn't buzzing nor was he texting, he was just like occupying his time, or appearing to be busy. Aywhoo, there wasn't anyplace to sit down, so I sat on the floor in front of one of the couches...in front of Boyfrend's mom...leaning up against her leg. Sitting next to Boyfriend's mother was a female - she appeared to be one of the women from the unidentifiable couples. She was older than me, about 7 to 10 years older. She looked like a stay at home mom who just recently had a baby. She just had that "I haven't had any sleep, let alone any time to take care of myself" worn out look.

After I sat down, two baby girls, dressed alike and appearing to be similar in age, began crawling towards me, giggling and cooing. I immediately became happy and excited and reached out to them. All of a sudden, a chihauhah with unicorn/horse legs jumped into my lap. Boyfriend's mom chuckled and said something to the effect that it was her dog.

Anywhoo, I realized at that moment that I hadn't formally greeted Boyfriend's mom despite the fact that I was leaning all up against her leg! So I turned to her and said something to the effect, "Can you believe that I came down here, didn't say a word, but done laid all up against your leg?" Boyfriend's mom laughed boistrously and said something to the effect, "Girl! You're alright! You know I don’t care about you being on my leg." (Commentary: In reality, me and Boyfriend's mom are cool. I've gotten to know her over the 4.75 years that me and Boyfriend have known each other. She loves me. I'm her fave; she considers me family. Yea, she told me that (not that "fave" part; the "family" part =) )

I turned and looked at Boyfriend; he was still engaged with the technology. Sitting next to him was a male - I sensed that he was one of the men of the unidentified couples. I'm going to refer to him as "The Devil". I say this because he resembled someone in my past when I lived on the West Coast. He was a church member who hated me so much that he did a lot of things to tear me down. A definite enemy. Anywhoo, I got up from the floor and walked over to Boyfriend and The Devil and sat in between them. Boyfriend put away the 'Berry. (Finally.)

The next thing I remember is being fully dressed and everyone is leaving the house (sans my mother and her overnight guest.) We end up in like a downtown/oldtown area. I am driving alone in my own car - and driving down a sidewalk - following Boyfriend's mother as she walks down the sidewalk to enter a bar. All of a sudden, an older gentleman appears (he appears to be around Boyfriend's mother's age) and he begins to escort Boyfriend's mother into the bar. Boyfriend's mother turns and looks at me, smiles and giggles and kicks her leg behind her into the air - delighted with the company of this older gentleman. Right before she and the gentleman disappear into the bar, she turns and winks at me.

I put my car in reverse and began to back up to gain reentry to the street (there were barriers on the sidewalk's curb preventing me from gaining direct access to the street). While backing up, I saw Boyfriend driving past me and drive behind the bar. He was driving a black, dented and scratched hatchback. (Commentary: In reality, Boyfriend has been driving a luxury SUV for the entire time I've known him. Yea, so weird). I drove off down the street to try to catch him…As I crossed an intersection, I saw him coming from the left - a one way street. But I turned left anyway - yes going the wrong way down a one way - so I could do a U-turn to get behind him. I followed him…the next thing I saw was Boyfriend and I in a house on the upper floor - I'm not going to lie - it appeared and felt like it was a duplex…there was one door to my left, one door to my right, and a door in front of me. I opened the door in front of me and Boyfriend was on the toilet, taking a serous crap. He was grunting and turning bright red. Upon seeing him, I said, "Ugh! [Boyfriend]! Dang!" and I shut the door. Then I went into the door on the left. End Scene*****