The sky is falling

Last night I dreamed that it was the second coming.

I've had these dreams before. Usually there is war and hunger and often an apple in the dream. Strange that it is always an apple. Perhaps my subconscious is linking the beginning of mortality with the end of it. I digress . . .

This time it was calm. There was a sort of tear (as in rip, not water falling from the eyes) in the sky and a temple was slowly descending out of the sky. No one was quite sure what was going on. There was speculation that it was it a Hollywood special effect stunt.

Then, my mother in law came floating down from heaven on a block of ice. (No, she is not dead in real life.) She had an extra block of ice and wanted Hollis to float back up with her to heaven. Hollis insisted that she did not want to die, but mother-in-law assured us that dying was unnecessary.

I asked if this was indeed the second coming. Mother-in-law assured me it was.

I asked if Hollis would be twinkled. Mother-in-law assured me she would not.

Apparently Hollis was a child who would be raised in the millennium. Mother-in-law just wanted Hollis to see the marvelous goings on in celestial realms.

Of course I let her go.

I felt such astonishment and joy to know that I was alive and the second coming was happening. This was in stark contrast to previous second coming dreams where I have felt varying levels of panic, fear, and worry.

Where I am in a war zone fighting to find my children and my husband.

Where I am scrounging for food because our year supply isn't even a week supply.

(That's usually where the apple enters. There's only one. It might be partially rotten. Not sufficient to feed my seven-member family.)

No, this time I was perfectly calm. And joyous. Extremely joyous.

I did the only thing I thought I could do and I went to the temple. One that was already on the ground. My mom came along.

We watched as the heaven temple slowly lowered to a resting spot on the ground. Mom was disappointed because it landed on some flowers that she liked.

We entered the temple and Peter Jennings was at the recommend desk.

I whispered, "Do you know what is going on outside? It is the second coming."

Peter Jennings answered, "Yes, we are following it very carefully. Enjoy your time in the temple Sister Belnap."

And so I went to change.

I woke up with a profound feeling of peace. And excitement. And expectation.

Lovely.