I had a whimsical dream about 2012. In the dream my distant cousin finally found her husband after seven years of searching for the right man. Seven long years of seeking advice, getting it, dating men, getting heart broken, weeping, and laughing again. Seven long years of blue jeans, picnics, walks in the park, laughter, fights, rolling of eyes, and long-distant minutes. He was right there under her nose the whole time. The entire extended family traveled to Italy to witness the big destination wedding.
I also dreamed that in 2012 I got my doctorate degree, an acclaimed Ph.D in biomedical science. I was standing in the midst of ten guys and I was the only female waiting for the big handshake. My younger sister was grinning from ear to ear, and both of my parents had their cameras ready. Two cameras for one event, hey, I ain’t complaining! It was ecstatic moment.
In the same dream of 2012 we headed back home and had a party to celebrate this pinnacle of my success. But while we were dancing, something happened. CNN reported that a trail of earthquakes had just began. It was like a chain reaction: it started in China, then North Korea, Russia, Afghanistan, Tajikistan, Kyrgyzstan, India, Bhutan, Laos, and now it was shaking the whole Vietnam. Scientists were telling people to pack their bags all over the world and to keep their eyes and ears open. No one could accurately predict how far the mutilations of the earth would go. So we turned off the music and began to pack our essentials.
In that dream of 2012, some men began to knock viciously on our front door. Knock, Knock, Knock. “Open up this minute,” one of them shouted. My Father looked at me. “Go and check to see who those people are.” I looked back at him as if to say I did not believe he was sending me downstairs at this time. The look on his face repeated what he said, “Go now.”
So in the dream of 2012 I tip-toed down our great spiral staircase. “We, the United States Government, order you to open up this door this minute.” Oh, so it was the government! Maybe they’ve come to warn us about something in our neighborhood. My hunched shoulders finally relaxed and I softened towards the voices at the door. I ran to the door and threw the double doors open. “Who is the head of this household?” the leader asked. “Daddy, it’s the Government. They want to speak with you.” All of a sudden the man pushes me aside and walks into our living room with his men. My dad, mum, and sister slowly descended the great spiral staircase, with the bags they succeeded in packing. The man comes face-to-face with my father and starts to question him.
“Are you the head?”
“Are you a Christian?”
“Is your entire family Christian?”
“Do you believe in Jesus?”
“Yes, we do.”
And then he ordered three of his men to put hand-cuffs on my daddy. The other men grabbed me, my mother and my sister…and they led us out of our home.
And that’s when I woke up from the dream.
I don’t believe in the Mayan Calendar, and I have no clue about 2012, but I remember Matthew 24:36-39 “But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, but My Father only. But as the days of Noah were, so also will the coming of the Son of Man be. For as in the days before the flood, they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noah entered the ark, and did not know until the flood came and took them all away, so also will the coming of the Son of Man be.”
This is for you Jaycee..