Well, I'm pretty sure my head had fun screwing with me through my dreams last night.
I dreamt that somehow - through some bizzare coincidence - I met Jael Phelps (relative, probably niece of the infamous Fred Phelps). I recognized her and struck up a conversation. The entire time, she made absolutely no mention of sinful behavior or damnation or anything.
Skip forward in time a few days and I run into her again. Somehow I must have made a good impression on her, because she actually hugs me when we meet. I visit her house (which is apparently in a city area definitely
not Topeka) and hang out in her room, avoiding her mother and father (who somehow are Shirley Phelps-Roper and Fred). I also meet some of her younger sisters who are also sweet. Before leaving, I actually
meet Fred, who is a shriveled old man sitting in an armchair. Again, he is unusually polite and quiet.
The dream skips around a bit. Somehow, it's Christmas and Jael and I exchange gifts via mail. Then - this is where it gets
really weird - I somehow forget I'm a girl, think I'm a
guy and realize that I'm
falling in love with Jael.
I think about proposing to her and how it would shock her (since she mentioned in a documentary that no one would want to marry her), then I remember I'm a girl and pretty much wake up shuddering.
Ugh.
