So I went to the store tonight because my kids needed buns to go with their hamburgers. That I didn't end up getting the buns and they didn't end up having hamburgers is only the end of the tale...
I should have gone to Food lion. I really should have. Looking back I really should have. I don't know why I didn't I fully intended to go especially after the picture that my friend Mary Beth posted.
See she was in her food lion and found a side of beef for $926... Yeah, I know right?!? She found another for like seven hundred dollars but I digress I'm kinda straying off topic but not really. So anyway, despite my intentions, I found myself at Wal-Mart. And like usual every time I step into that money sucking hole, I went every place BUT where I needed to be. I'm in the Ethnic Hair aisle (Can I point out that I really love and hate how the wal mart closest to me has delegated black folk's hair the very last freaking aisle in health and beauty)
So I'm standing here and this old but not so old (meaning she looked old but you could see behind the wrinkles that she wasn't as old as you would first think. Of course if she's not grabbing your hand and telling you the things she told me, you don't really have a reason to look into her face. So anyway I went to pass her and the younger woman that was with her and politely said "Excuse me" just like I do when I want someone in my way to move. She looked up at me and I think she was about to say excuse her but she kinda stopped with her mouth open.
Yeah, I happened to notice this and I kinda stopped but it was that "Oh shit why's she looking at me like that" kinda stop. She grabs my hand, spreads it out and traces the lines on my palm. The whole time I'm thinking, I should snatch my hand away, I should get mad that this woman is manhandling me, I should snatch my hand away fast but I didn't. Do not for the love of god ask my why I didn't snatch my hand away.
She looks up at me and she says as clear as day... "The one you dream of is going to find you soon but the one you want is the one you need. Do not give up on him. Just be patient.
Yeah, uhm... "What the eff are you talking about old woman" was what should have come out of my mouth. What actually exited the gaping hole where my mouth was was something along the lines of "Huh?"
So she says again... "The one you dream of is going to find you soon but the one you want is the one you need. Do not give up on him. Just be patient."
I'm thinking there was a really dumb look on my face at this point because she expounded. "You dream of a man. He has an accent. You have dreamed of him for years. He is real and he is on his way. But the one your body wants right now, He's the one you are supposed to be with. Just be patient."
At which point she drops my hand and walks away. The younger woman with her looks at me and says "I'm sorry, my mother sees visions. She seemed to think that you were one she needed to tell a vision to. You can take it or leave it. Only you know if what she says has any significance but you should know, I've never known her to be wrong."
Stupid me says, "She's a psychic?" To which the woman smiles at me and says "Call her what you will."
And she walks away.
My feet started moving but my brain was stuck on perma-pause so when I pulled up in my driveway without the hamburger buns I was pretty much thanking god for my ability to drive without thinking. Then again who knows maybe he sent the woman and maybe he was driving the car tonight but oh my damn that was a chilling experience in wal-mart tonight.
So I'm thinking at this point if anyone is actually reading this, you might be wondering why was this so eerily accurate to me? Here's the short version.
I have a guy that I have been dreaming about for basically as long as I can remember. Even while I was married I dreamed of this guy. I have "Watched" his children be born, I have "watched" his wife walk out of his life, I have "watched" his kids grow up. As a matter of fact one night I dreamed that his son fell out of a tree and broke his arm. I woke up screaming that he was hurt. One night I dreamed that the girl was lost in the mall and I kept saying she was at the food court. If Randy remembers my fresh from sleep ramblings is beyond me. He might have been like the few others I told the story of the dream person to and wrote me off since by then I was on anti depressants.
As I moved around, he either got clearer or blurrier. IN New Jersey he was so blurry that at one point I pegged him as Asian. When we stopped in Texas for a few nights on the way back from Cali, I saw him so freaking clearly I could have drawn him. It wasn't until I got here to NC that I heard him speak for the first time that I remember. He has a Texas twang. My take on all of this is the closer I get to where he is physically the clearer he is. But then that's just my take.
As for the one my body wants... let's leave that alone for right now...
I don't know what to think... She was so on point that it's making me think but like the younger woman said... "Take it or leave it"
I'm thinking I need to leave it fir right now. I really think I need to leave it.
Yes, I should leave it.
Yes. Yes... definitely leave it.
Right???
