i was a missionary for my church again. in china somewhere. and lo and behold, some of my very favorite people from the congregation in taiwan (where i taught english back in the day) were living in this place in china where i was now a missionary. i screamed and immediately started crying, overjoyed at seeing them again. and i knew it would be a snap to learn mandarin because my long lost taiwanese friends were there. the lee family. the ho (pronounced “her”) family. some white lady i didn’t recognize but somehow knew she was connected to daniel ho. which was weird. but this was a dream, so just go with it.
i was married. of course. my husband was back at home. and again, he was okay with me leaving to go on a mission. i know that’s not real. how would he survive that long without having my pot roast again?
reunited with friends? good. learning mandarin? good. being a missionary? good.
all good things in this dream of mine. but you and i both know this was no dream.
it was most definitely a nightmare.