Now I have some pretty exotic and detailed dreams--I guess that is why Isaac hear's me laugh while I'm asleep. I chalk
it up to my overactive imagination and my love for reading—so my fantasy world
can be highly detailed. Ask anyone from my D&D group. Well, I had a nice
one last night and I thought I’d share it with you:
A family from outer space visited earth. They didn’t have
bodies like you or I so they manufactured some to “wear” during the course of
their visitation. The bodies were highly detailed and gender appropriate. The
family consisted of two parents and one son. Their visit wasn’t covert at all
(like on 3rd Rock from the Sun). Instead, they had the government’s
approval to stay as long as they wanted. I was a government agent assigned to
their well being and answer any questions they had. I had a partner that
reminds me now of Wanda Sykes. Together, we were to educate them on the human
experience and the American life. I don’t know how I was picked for such a job
but hey, it’s my dream right?
So the story picks up on a regular day during the work week.
The son is in class and I am at the office. The father is with “Wanda” (I can’t
actually remember her name so I’ll call her Wanda.) He is hosing down the drive
way—not to clean it mind you, just to see the water cascade in sheets. He is
fascinated by it.
“Are you
gonna clean it?” asks Wanda.
“Clean it?
Is it dirty? And if I clean it, won’t it just get dirty again?” says the
father.
“Well then
why are you hosing it down?”
“I like the
water. We don’t have such things from my planet.”
“You don’t
have water? How do you drink?”
“We don’t
need to drink. This stuff is so different.” As he says this, he turns the hose
onto himself and proceeds to soak himself.
“What you
need is a baptism. Have you been saved yet?”
“Saved?
From who? Is there danger?” He drops the hose and looks around some what
alarmed.
“From the
devil. Don’t you have Jesus on your planet?”
“No, he
never visited. From what I’ve heard, some people here killed him.”
“Well, I
mean God. Don’t you have God?”
“Oh, that
is Jesus’s father right? No, he never visited either.”
“Of course
he has, he’s the God almighty! He made the entire universe. You, me,
everything.”
“Why do you
keep talking about him? No one has ever seen him or heard from him except
others that no longer exist. Yet you talk about him like he could show up any
moment.”
“He can. He
is very much alive. He is the father of all life.”
“I know, I
know, you, me and everything right? Your obsession with this person is
strange.”
“All of
your family needs to learn about him and be saved.”
Suddenly it’s late in the afternoon. Wanda and I pull up to
the house for our routine afternoon visit. We walk right in to find all of them
secluded in their rooms. Wanda goes to the parent’s room while I visit the son.
I knock on his door he calls me to enter.
I enter another hallway with two more doors: one his bedroom and the
other the bathroom with the shower running. His head pops out the bedroom and
with a grin invites me in. He is a tall (about 7’) and has a swimmer’s build.
His hair is jet black and his skin a pale tint. He is standing before me in his
boxers.
“I was just
about to take a shower. Would you like to join me?”
“Uh, no. We
don’t actually bathe together routinely on this planet.”
“You
should, it is great fun.”
“I’m sure
it is. Have you been bathing all day?”
“No, I just
got home.”
“Ok, good.
I realize that you and your parents enjoy the water a lot but it isn’t good for
you to stay submerged in water too long. Your bodies may lose too much of its
natural oils it needs to survive. Over long periods of time, you could cause
yourself injury.”
“Ok, I
won’t stay in all night.”
“Another
thing,” I walk over to his personal sink area he had in his room. He has all
his drinking glasses filled with water. “When you rinse out your glasses, you
can put them here to dry out. You don’t have to leave them filled.”
“But isn’t
that what they are for?”
“Yes, but
you don’t have to fill them up all the time. Once you’ve cleaned them and let
them dry, you can put them away in your cabinet.” I open the cabinet to find he
has filled all those glasses too.
“If you
leave water in them, the water tends to go stale.”
“Is that
why they taste different? I didn’t know what it was. Is stale a bad thing?”
“I’ll
explain more on that later. Right now, Wanda and I need to go file our reports.
We’ll be back later to explain more.”
“Well, you
will but not Wanda.”
“What? Why
is that?”
“My dad has
just put her on fire.”
“What?”
He stares
off into the distant for just a bit and says, “Yup. Just now. She won’t be
working here anymore.”
“Oh, you
mean fired! She’s just been fired. Fired! Why?!”
“It appears
she’s obsessed with some dead guy that she insists his father has visited our
planet.”
“I better go check up on her.”
“Are you coming back for dinner?
We’re gonna eat—a lobster.”
“Uh, I’m not sure.” I go outside to
find Wanda pacing back and forth by the car. I don’t say a word while she
starts shouting.
“They
canned me. Me! They can’t do that. Just who in the hell do they think they
are!”
I get in the car and she gets in
too. Next thing I know, the alarm is going off.