It was a holiday celebration at my parent’s house but it wasn’t any house I’ve seen before. It had a breakfast bar with stools and a dining area. A lot of people were around; children, brother, adults, teenagers, and …
Alton Brown. Yes, I said it. Mr. Brown was a guest and he seemed well impressed with the spread my mother put out. He was pleasant and nodded a lot in his certain way with a half smirk.
Way to go Mom! An Alton Brown approved dinner! The only hiccup was that nobody made more coffee so I had to scrounge for some after the meal.
Then, the doorbell rang. Who could that be? Everyone invited was there. Hmm, off I went to the front door with I thought was in a different place then it was but I eventually found it. Some creepy looking guy was stalking the outside porch area and approached me with a greasy look,
kinda like this:
I turned back and shut the door behind me. He lingered there for a bit but I returned to the kitchen.
and then I woke up.
I was upper management at a fast food restaurant that Peyton Manning owned and the place next door was owned by Eli Manning and another big Football Player I can’t quite place but was awe struck when I was over there with my friend Dineen. We were just chatting with the guy and he gave me a big bear hug as I was leaving, then he hugged my friend. We passed Eli on the way out the door and got a big hug from him too. These were hugs that demanded our legs wrapped around their waists type.
I said my byes to Dineen who jumped in her big red truck and drove off then went back to my restaurant and started messing with the blonde manager on duty who was really new and not quite running things perfectly yet, she was beautiful and very serious about her job.
Peyton walked around the corner and I couldn’t be in the room and not tease that I had just gotten big hugs from the other player and Eli next door and Peyton’s face started getting red and I could almost see steam coming out of his ears.
The blonde manager got pissed at me and started chasing me around the back of the restaurant.
Like this but wearing a business suit not a bathing suit and not carrying a life saving floaty thingy oh and there were no reporters or much of a crowd:
I was laughing myself silly.
Then I woke up.
If you didn’t know, I am a very long time Denver Bronco fan, since about 1985, who is incredibly disappointed in her team right now.
The funeral home was set up more like a church than the one I actually went to. It had a main hall with pews for sitting and at the front was an altar of sorts to receive prayers, a table to sign the book and off to the left was another room where everything was being set up. This room was being used for mass and the doors were closed. I knew that after mass they would be preparing the room for us. I had arrived very early, prior to the rest of the family, went to the book and noted quite a list growing already, so I moved forward to find a pew to scoot down.
It was quiet, peaceful and respectful with some very faint and far off whispers, not voices I could hear but mouths forming words. I couldn’t actually hear anything. I noted to myself that nobody here was recognizable to me, how odd. Some seemed to recognize me though, I caught the sorrow and pity in their eyes. After a bit I stood and walked to the back by the book again and glanced to see if any names stood out, none did. I looked around a bit then to the left doors and wondered when mass would be ending and the funeral and all of the mayhem that followed would begin.
Then, I woke up.
I laid there wondering why my mind manifested such a moment. The reality was almost the exact opposite.