Help is Coming

I had the weirdest dream last night. This morning, really.

I ordered a second refrigerator for this house. That’s not part of the dream; it happened. My dad does disgusting things around food, and I could not take it any more, so I ordered a fridge from Home Depot’s website. They were having a sale.

The delivery people called and told me they would arrive today some time between 7:30 and 11:30 a.m. You read that correctly. To arrive at 7:30, they would have to call me by no later than 7:15, and that means I would have to be up, around, bathed, and clothed by 7:00 in order to leave a margin of error. No prayer. No breakfast. No attending to my other responsibilities. They refused to work with me.

I was not happy. You don’t force customers to roll out of bed to accommodate your schedule. No one does that. You give them options.

Last night, I dreamed that the delivery people called. I was in an apartment that belonged to me. I realized I had to rush to my father’s house to meet them, so I took off running. Oddly, it was attached to my apartment. I ran through a door, and I was in the house.

I heard a Hispanic guy talking loudly in my garage. Many delivery people here are Hispanic, so that made sense. I ran to the garage, and they already had the door open. A guy with a crazy robotic exoskeleton the color of a school bus or construction machine had the fridge in the machine’s arms, and he was charging up the garage steps. He was really moving. All I could do was get out of the way. There was some kind of railing, and I had to grab it with both hands and somersault over it. That was easy for me. In my dream, I was in shape!

It didn’t seem strange to me that he was encased in a hydraulic suit. We have self-driving cars and delivery drones now, so I figured it was another sudden advancement I hadn’t kept up with.

A few minutes later, I was awake, talking to a Hispanic delivery guy who was on his way to my house.

I asked God if the dream meant anything, and here is what I got: he’s going to send strong spirits to get things done for me, and they will act quickly and without a lot of warning. It has something to do with provision, which explains the refrigerator.

I’ll take all the help I can get. Being an heir is a lot better than working hard.

I felt I should blog the dream. If I’m wrong, I’ll look stupid, but if not, God will get the glory.

I’ve already moved things to the new fridge. I’m going to put a lock on it if necessary. I’m really going to enjoy opening a refrigerator and not seeing greasy fingerprints on everything, along with dried-out food in packages that have been left open.

In other news, the Dade clerk’s website posted an update today. It says my former pastor will be pleading guilty on September 25. I’m still amazed at how things turned out for him.