This was peculiar dream that seemed to ramble on. My mom and I were
sitting in the attic watching TV. It was as if the attic were the
living room, but still retained its waken state appearance of being
covered in years of dust and decaying plaster. The scene changed and I
was now in the real living room. Someone else and I were lining chairs
up along the walls so there would be enough seating for lots of people.
My grandmother was sitting in my chair–the big chair. She has been
dead for 20 years. I think we were arguing about what to watch on TV.

I then found myself in the dinging room, but it was an odd sort of
combination of the living and dining rooms. It was set up for a big
celebration and the Christmas tree was in there where in actuality I
have a life-sized Santa statue that remains year-round.

Moving off into the kitchen, mom and I were discussing going to the
store before everyone arrived and so she went up to get ready. This
role reversal… I am the one that needs to go up and get ready and she
is the one who is ready to leave at a moment’s notice. I see on the
counter the iced tea jar that we used to brew sun tea but in the water
are only three tea bags, a piece of bacon and an unshelled hard-boiled
egg.

The kitchen is now filled with other people, my brother and his family
and our close family friends, the M’s, and someone else… a man. I
know him, but I don’t know him or can’t see his face. It’s
Thanksgiving, or the night before Thanksgiving, and we are still
discussing going to the store, Wegman’s which is a super huge fantastic
market type of place. Instead of leaving with mom, I get ready to leave
with the strange man, who I feel as my partner/boyfriend or some
combination thereof. As we get ready to leave Ted Allen from ‘Queer
Eye’ pops up and says he’ll go along too. I sigh. He and the other guy
leave while I fight to get my shoes on and grab a bottle of water and a
Frappucino and follow them out the door.

Outside it’s Christmas time. There’s snow on the ground, the house is
lit with Christmas lights and the chimes in the arbor are playing
Christmas carols. The sun is setting and I can tell it is Christmas Eve
by the way the light is shining and the orange-red glow of the sunset,
the likes I have only ever seen on Christmas. I forgot my drinks and
one of the family friends, CM, hands them out to me and I yell in the door,
“Listen! The arbor chimes are playing Joy to the Word.” She looks out
at the car, which in addition to Ted and my faceless boyfriend, are my
nieces and their cousins as well and she says how about drinks for
everyone and hands me a cooler bag.