My visitor.

A few days ago, I kept catching a glimpse of something out the corner of my right eye, or so I thought. Then, Saturday I kept turning to my husband, who was sitting to the right of me and asking “What did you say?”…Nothing, he said nothing. Then, all day yesterday I felt a “presence” behind my right shoulder, and when I went to sleep, it was like someone was touching my right shoulder. During the night I dreamed about my brother Dave who passed away in 1987.  He was in the kitchen where we grew up.  (Mind you, that house no longer exists, as it was demolished in 2000 to build a Walgreens.)  I said “I thought you were dead!” He said “Well, I am, but I heard you needed a visit, now give me a hug.”

My camping/guinea pig/Jimmy Stewart dream

Camping with the family, we put the tent up, and start going through the supplies only to find that one of the children packed their guinea pig in a little tupperware container.  Rather than let the little critter run loose in the tent, we have to go on the hunt for something to keep it in.  While looking for something, we come across my uncles and my brothers who are in a fishing boat on the lake, so we invite them to come on over to our site.

Not far from the tent we find a building which has storage areas, laundry facility, shower, dressing rooms.   While there we find an area which has shelves and racks and cages…which is perfect since we need one of those for the guinea pig.  We grab one and immediately house the critter, at which time I get a call from my old high school p.e. teacher.  The guinea pig is a bit nervous, so I have her sing it a song.

On the way back to the tent, we stop at a wooded area, where all my kids and their kids are at the playground.   They are making a video in which the grownups dress up in goofy outfits and act afool, reciting made up rap songs.

We finally get to the tent, and settle in for the evening.  The next morning, we go on up for a shower.  As I am getting ready to take my shower, the lock on the door disappears, and Jimmy Stewart comes walking through looking for his wife.

At that time, I decide it’s time to go, because this place is just too strange for me.  So we pack up and go home, only to remember there were people still sleeping in our tent and we forgot to grab the guinea pig.