Hi! Last night I had a dream.
But first, welcome to my 5th Book of Days! It’s almost 1994!
Okay, the dream I had last night was so real, I’ll try to explain it the best I can:
I was at church. I was with someone. A girl. I don’t know how she got there, but the girl was Emily. We were outside preparing to go home. I said something like, “Well, either Henry lets us drive the other car or we have to ride home with him.” Next thing I know, Henry is telling Kevin that he has to ride home with him so Emily and I can drive home together and be alone. Kevin questions him, but Henry says thats just the way things are. But suddenly Emily shows up standing next to her own car and says, “We can take mine.” I repeat what she says and Clay agrees.
At first, it seemed like Emily was driving and we were having a conversation. We said about four or five sentences to each other, I can’t remember what, but the next thing I know, I’m driving, but I’m still in the passenger seat and the steering wheel is on my side. Emily is lying down in the seat and her head is lying in my lap. With one hand I am driving and I ask her something along the lines of, “What do you want?”
She kisses me and says, “That’s what I want.”
Don’t laugh, but for the next five minutes we are kissing while I’m driving and keeping one eye on the road.
Suddenly we are in the parking lot of the Siler City Motor Lodge and my Dad and Kevin and Grandma are there to pick me up. Isn’t that weird?
So it seems that Emily is gone and we are all getting into my Dad’s car. Then Emily comes back with gifts and says, “I just want to say that it was great meeting all of you.” The gift for my Dad was an application to fill out so she could write my Dad. Grandma got a lot of famous newspaper articles. I don’t know what Kevin got, but I received three tapes and three CDs of Broadway musicals. I don’t even own a CD player. I also got newspaper articles about the musicals.
We said goodbye. And the rest of us got into the car. Emily came back again and gave me a picture of a key that she had cross-stitched. There was a poem on it as well, relating to it being the key to her heart.
Then we promised we would call the other person soon and it was over. She was gone.
When I woke up, I was so happy and I was wondering where my tapes were. It took me forever to figure out it had all been a dream.
I was so disappointed. What did all that crazy stuff mean?
I wonder if I’ll see Emily again. Hopefully we’ll plan our Deep Creek trips to be at the same time this summer.
This past summer, when we played card for three hours, was so wonderful. We started out playing spades; I think I didn’t know how to play, so she said she would teach me. I sat next to her and she explained everything. I watched her play as she told me what she needed and why. One time she said that she needed an eight and then it showed up on the table. She laid her forehead against the side of my head and whispered, “Whomp, there it is,” as she giggled. I was so shocked. She touched me. She whispered to me and me alone. It was like she was there with me and completely ignoring the other seven handsome young men surrounding her. I wish I could make you understand how beautiful this girl was. Girls this beautiful aren’t supposed to show guys like me that much attention. It’s just not how I’ve come to see the way the world works.
Later on, she needed a partner in a card trick she wanted to show us. All the other guys immediately raised their hands and volunteered, but she picked me. By the end of those three hours, we had an entire system of nonverbal communication going. In order to make the trick work, I would tap her underneath the table on her knee to let her know which side of the card I was going to point to; it was a complicated card trick.
Anyway, 1993 is almost over. Here I am at the end of the year, with it’s last hours fading away, and I’m not thinking about Veronica, or Ryan, or Christi, or even Jenna or Tenielle; but about Emily, a girl I saw for only three hours, half a year ago.
Almost a year ago, God told me that it would all begin in 1993. Was he referring to Emily? I don’t know. But either way, He was right. It did begin. So much happened that will lead me into the years to come.
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