All us kids were crowded around a round plastic table in the backyard. Well, ‘kids’ is a term used loosely; in our family, you aren’t really allowed to eat at the big table unless you’re married or have at least two (2) hairy moles peeking gleefully from your face.
I had just woken up from a two hour nap in my cousin’s room, and was being rather slow to catch on to the fact that I was in the middle of a big Vietnamese dinner party in my aunt’s back yard. My little cousins were quick to point out my somewhat less than spasmodic air:
“Charlie’s sleeping!” giggled Kaylee.
Her sister Cassidy added, “Yeah, he’s dreaming, we’re all in his dream, eeheehee.”
Never one to back down in a duel of words, I triumphantly responded with, “Muuuuuuh? Wuh.”
My older cousin Bo said, “Look, he’s awake! You’re not in his dream!”
And to that, Cassidy said this:
”Hey, what if God’s sleeping? What if we’re all in God’s dream? That means we can do anything.“
Huh. I’ve been thinking about that.