more of my prophetessness
two nights ago i had a dream that one of the housekeepers at work was living in a building that got condemned because of structural damage suffered on 9/11. in my dream she kept insisting she was going to live there because she really liked her place. i told her that it wasn't safe and she might die and she could come stay with us til she found a place. she said no. i pleaded with her again. she said no because she wanted to be able to go to a shoe exchange at her church. i told her she could drive there from my place. she said no. i pleaded with her again because i didn't want her to die, no matter how much she liked her place.
yesterday she was late coming in to clean the dining room. i wasn't actually concerned, but when she got there i told her i was glad to see her and explained why.
she said, 'don't say that. you're scaring me.'
me: it was just a dream.
her: no, that stuff can mean something.
me: i wouldn't worry too much.
her: i am worried. this morning we smelled gas at my place. we think it's the stove.
me: but it wasn't because of that. your apartment was going to collapse.
her: i don't know...
today she came in and said she had gotten rid of her stove.
me: what? why?
her: i don't want us to die. your dream meant something. i know it.
me: why didn't you just call someone and have him check it out?
her: we did. he said he didn't think there was anything wrong with it and didn't do anything. but we still smelled gas. so we got rid of it.
me: because i had that dream?
her: yes. thank you. you saved us.
me: um...you're welcome.
her: i'm serious. i believe in that stuff. i'm sorry for when i drew a face with it's tongue sticking out at you on the meal sign-up sheet that one day. you saved our lives.
me: it's okay. i'm glad you're not dead.
yesterday she was late coming in to clean the dining room. i wasn't actually concerned, but when she got there i told her i was glad to see her and explained why.
she said, 'don't say that. you're scaring me.'
me: it was just a dream.
her: no, that stuff can mean something.
me: i wouldn't worry too much.
her: i am worried. this morning we smelled gas at my place. we think it's the stove.
me: but it wasn't because of that. your apartment was going to collapse.
her: i don't know...
today she came in and said she had gotten rid of her stove.
me: what? why?
her: i don't want us to die. your dream meant something. i know it.
me: why didn't you just call someone and have him check it out?
her: we did. he said he didn't think there was anything wrong with it and didn't do anything. but we still smelled gas. so we got rid of it.
me: because i had that dream?
her: yes. thank you. you saved us.
me: um...you're welcome.
her: i'm serious. i believe in that stuff. i'm sorry for when i drew a face with it's tongue sticking out at you on the meal sign-up sheet that one day. you saved our lives.
me: it's okay. i'm glad you're not dead.
posted by melilotnfosco | 8:29 PM
7 Comments:
i'm glad she's not dead.
i forget that black people are superstitious (yes, that's stereotyping, but whatever). she went and told mom, 'melilot doesn't think i'm serious, but i am. i'm so thankful.'
So... did getting rid of the stove get rid of the leak? Because there are still gas lines going in to her house...
I think tomorrow you should tell her you dreamt of her doing something huge like winning the lottery or bungee jumping...just to see what she says.
or you should dream of me winning the lottery
she said they didn't smell the gas anymore, so i guess that was the problem. it probably wouldn't be nice to tell her other stuff like that, though. ;)
wow! and i like her apology too :)
have you ever heard of the boy who cried wolf, HM? (but if this was facebook, i'd "like" your comment:)
chelley-- :-P
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