Tales of the Unexplained, Number 3

About 20 years ago, I was on a retreat out in Eastern Washington. I had a friend whom I had not seen or talked to in several years, about whom I was not thinking and had not thought in months, and who was, at that point, the farthest thing from my mind. She was living in New York, trying to break into the theatre (that didn’t pan out). We’d just drifted apart.

Anyway, I woke out of a sound sleep on Sunday morning with an extremely vivid dream. I seldom dream and usually, when I do, I can’t remember them. But this dream was so vivid that I could still see it even with my eyes open. My friend was sitting in a dark room, crying. This disturbed me already because she’s not a crier. In the dream, she was talking, not to me, but to her mother. Oddly, I knew this, even though I couldn’t see her mother. She was crying because she had broken up with her boyfriend and felt used, etc. At the end of the dream, God spoke and said, “It’s time for you to come home to me” or words to that effect.

The dream stayed with me over the next several days, to the point that I finally felt that perhaps it was important that I call her. I didn’t have her number (we hadn’t spoken in over a year or two) so I got it from a mutual friend and called. I felt really weird calling because, well.. what would *you* say to somebody you aren’t that close to under the circumstances? How do you break the ice? Particularly when, of course, you aren’t at all sure the dream is anything other than a bit of underdone potato. But I bit the bullet and told her about the dream and asked if everything was alright.

There was a long pause. “When did you have that dream?” she asked.

“Last Saturday night/Sunday morning.”

“I broke up with my boyfriend last Saturday night.”

Long silence. I was as weirded out as she was, of course. And it’s hard to continue from there with “Hey! How about them Yankees!” So we mostly just fumbled for words.

Then, her other line beeped. She put me on hold, and came back on, sounding even more weirded out than ever.

“I gotta go,” she said, “You’ll never guess who’s on the other line.”

“Who?”

“My mother.” She hadn’t talked with her yet about this.


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