The Mormon was dead, to begin with. I don’t know how or why he was dead, but he was. This was depressing enough in itself, but all of his friends then decided that they needed to date me, because “he wouldn’t have wanted you to be alone”, as they said. (None of these were any of his real friends that I’ve met or ever heard him mention—I was just being pursued by all these fake guys.)
One in particular seemed really crazy about me, and even went so far as to tell me he loved me. I did not reciprocate this feeling, and told him so. All of this, for some reason, took place at our house in Virginia, which, for more reasons I don’t understand, has been entering into my dreams frequently of late.
There were also these twins—two big white guys (that’s important later) who were kind of robotic and crazy. One of them wanted me dead; the other just…wanted me. *shudder* So they were both chasing me all over the house and the backyard and the street…the entire area we used to play in when we were little. I never knew where they were, but it would have been very dangerous to run into either of them at any time.
So I’ve got all The Mormon’s friends after me, plus these two twins, one of whom is trying to kill me. And then Lukealike shows up in what used to be our kitchen and professes his undying affection for me. He claims he has known since the first time he saw me that we were meant to be together. He also says he can take me away from all of this and protect me from the twins and all The Mormon’s friends. I look at him and say, “I’ll think about it” rather coldly, and he says, “That’s good enough for me” and walks away. (Lukealike, for those who are wondering, is a guy I work with—two years younger than me, might I add—who slightly resembles Luke from Gilmore Girls.)
Later that night, I’m lying in my bed. My bed in my old room in my old house, right where it used to be, next to the wall. Psychobrat’s bunk is underneath it, like it was, but her other bed was also there, right against the wall where it was after she decided she didn’t want the lower bunk anymore.
The Mormon’s one friend who loved me was sleeping under my bunk, and Lukealike, apparently, was in the other one, because while I was lying there alone, wondering where the twins were and if the one was going to kill me in my sleep, I finally decided to sit up and shout, “LUKEALIKE! LUKEALIKE!” In the bed across the room, I saw him sit up, plus two girls I’d never seen before, and he just stared at me solemnly for a moment and then left the two of them without a word and climbed up there with me. (I find this disturbing on a number of levels.)
So Lukealike was lying next to me, his arms around me, and I was just drifting off to sleep at last, when from below me, I heard The Mormon’s friend say, “Ginny, I love you!”
“No!” I called back.
The next day, I was riding on like a subway somewhere, when I heard two women say hello to me, and I looked up and they were twins, too, and there was this tiny black girl with them who explained that she was very sorry about the whole ruckus with the twins, that they had…malfunctioned…they were creations of hers (they were supposed to be clones of her, both of them) but that she’d “fixed” things. She’d somehow made them look like…well, like two identical large white guys who were now two identical large black girls, or just large white guys trying to look like black girls. Whatever–at least they weren’t trying to attack me anymore.
Later, I was standing somewhere I’ve never seen before, talking to The Mormon’s friend, when I decided to go into the Afterlife and retrieve The Mormon, because this had all gone on quite long enough. So I climbed the stairs to the overhead thing above us, and that, apparently, was the “Afterlife”.
The Mormon was standing there silently, a cigarette in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other, and just…staring. He didn’t really seem to see me.
I was trying to coax him back down to Life, but he wasn’t going to be able to go, because somebody had to take his place.
Just then, the elevator (next to the stairs) dinged, and Lukealike appeared to inform us that he was going to take The Mormon’s place so that we could return to Life together. And he did.
The next thing I know, we were on this roller coaster, but a slow-motion one…it was moving slowly for any vehicle, not just a roller coaster.
For some reason, I was in a car completely by myself, and The Mormon was in one behind me that was completely full of people, and then the roller coaster went indoors somewhere, and there were all these…spirits…lining the walls. These were really creepy-looking things, kind of see through, but they looked like they wanted to attack every one of us. So I stood up and was shouting behind me to The Mormon that he had to come up there with me, because they wanted him, and he would only be safe if he was with me. “Lukealike did not sacrifice himself just so they could take you again!” I shouted.
The Mormon, unfortunately, was either not listening or didn’t hear me…or he simply didn’t believe me…because he didn’t do anything.
The roller coaster thing let us all out, and he and everybody from his car went into one room, and I went into my own, and shut the door.
I was in an over-sized shower stall, for some reason. And I just stood there, assuming that The Mormon was going to die again and there was nothing I could do about it. The ghosts were now surrounding the entire building.
I had my back to the door when The Mormon stepped inside, put his hands on my shoulders, and started kissing my neck. I, assuming he was one of the many others who had been pursuing me since I’d fallen asleep, brushed him off and said, “Oh, would you just cut it out, please?”
Then I turned and saw that it was him; I threw my arms around him and told him not to move, because he was safe as long as he was with me; they couldn’t get him.
Then we heard what sounded like a tornado in the room next to us as the spirits…attacked, I guess. And then after a few minutes, it moved to our room, and the walls were shaking and rattling, but they couldn’t get in, because I was there. (This is truly mystifying to me—I have no idea what powers I had, but…they rocked, that’s for sure.)
And finally they were gone. And all was well.
I made The Mormon turn around then, because I suddenly decided I needed to take a shower.
A few minutes later, Dennis started banging on the door shouting, “Hurry up, Ginny! God, you take forever in the shower!”
I stepped outside with The Mormon behind me, and Dennis said, “Oh…I see.”
“Shut up, Dennis,” I said.
“I wasn’t saying anything,” he said.
Michelle said, “You’d better not; you know what’ll happen if you do.” (I don’t know exactly what was meant by this, but apparently Dennis has become quite vulgar in his inquiries into just what exactly is going on between The Mormon and me. Michelle told me he shouldn’t say anything anymore, because she hit him. So…okay, then. Thanks, Michelle!)
And then I realized that I’d forgotten to brush my teeth, and I was griping to Dennis that this was all his fault for rushing me along. Dennis told me to shut my mouth because my breath was awful. Good old Dennis–well, Dream Dennis.