My name is Miss Jenkins...and you aint hear it from me...

One of the things I don't enjoy is dreaming about people other than me. Now before you call me narcissistic or selfish - hear me out. My dreams involve other people all the time. Sometimes they are making a cameo appearance and playing their actual self. Sometimes they are standing in the place of someone else and thus playing a stereotype or symbolic role. Those types of appearances, in and of itself, are cool. What is NOT cool is when someone makes a cameo or symbolic appearance and the dream is telling me about something bad happening in his/her life.

Why? Because, initially, I'm never quite sure why God has given me the information. I have learned that when you don't know what to do, just stand still and wait. Wait until you hear God speak. But while waiting, I have to deal with the fact that I know something is going to jump off, but may be unable to warn the affected party(s).

Case-in-point: I have a dear friend and colleague. She and her spouse are planning on having a baby soon. They've been together forever (like 10+ years I think) and are finally ready to begin raising children.

Fantastic.

Well, the other night, I have a dream that my friend's spouse was with another woman...

***Begin Scene: I am in a high rise building. It's an office building; a law office building. I'm quite a few floors up because one wall is completely nothing but windows and I can see nothing but blue sky and the tops of buildings.

I am standing in the lobby/reception area, in nicely tailored business attire - a light tan/brown pants suit with a bright colored top - looking at a painting that is on the wall. My former reporting partner/supervising partner (hereinafter referred to as "Bossman") came into the lobby and commented on how great I looked and how slim I was. (Blogger's Note: See blog "The Day the Pork Died" for a better understanding of why he would make such a comment re my look and weight.) Next, I turned and laid down on a chaise that was in the lobby. A white girl, who was a lawyer in the ATL office of a firm I used to work for (who was laid off by that ATL office), came into the lobby and began to complain about how she was unable to meet her billable hour requirement. Matter of fact, the feeling in the entire room was that no one in the firm was able to meet their billables because there just wasn't enough work to do.

Anyway, I was laying on the chaise, contemplating how I too, would meet my billable requirement when two black women walk past the chaise towards the stairs. These two women had tribal painting on their faces and around their eyes, but were dressed in normal attire. One of the women I recognized as the spouse of one of my friends. Now, here's where things get weird.

The friend's spouse looks at me, but says nothing. She just walks past me. Me, on the other hand, I notice her, but my mind is so preoccupied with the billable hour issue, I don't realize that I didn't speak until after friend's spouse and the other woman went into the stair well. Once they went into the stairwell, I said to myself, "Crap, I didn't say hi to Friend's Spouse. I don't want her to think I was ignoring her because I was around my work colleagues." So I get up off the chaise, and open the door to the stairwell. By the time I open the door, Friend's Spouse is already down on the second flight of stairs, so I can't see her. But the other woman was visible. I shouted "Friend's Spouse's Name! Hey, just wanted to say what's up and make sure you didn't think I was ignoring you". She answered, "Yea, uh, hey, what's up" but she never came back up the stairs to show her face. The other woman, however, looked at me, and started smiling. Not a friendly smile. But a coy smile. An "i know something you don't" smile. I shut the stairwell door.

All of sudden, I'm in a hair salon - it resembles a popular urban eastside hair salon in the midwestern city where I live. Friend's Spouse and the woman were there. There was a bunch of gossiping and hair frying going on in there. End Scene***

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I'm praying to God right now. First, I have no idea what the first half of my dream is even talking about. Second, I'm beginning to think that the second half of my dream is telling me that my Friend's Spouse is considering (or maybe already is) moving on. It's all too much. All I can do is wait...and that scares me.

Until manifestation,

TheWifeOfUriah