Time & Time Again

The other morning, I had a dream where I was offered the position of the personification of Time -- apparently God called me on my cell phone. For some reason when he called me I could see His face -- he looked a bit like Lawrence Olivier in Clash of the Titans, but mostly he just looked like Jack Black with a full beard and a caesar cut. In spite of a very generous benefits package, I told him that I had to think about it for a while, because taking the position would require me to move to California, which, in my dream, was apparently a bad thing. I'm not sure where in California we're talking -- I suspect I would have accepted immediately if we were talking about San Francisco. So anyways, in the dream, I take off for the lake house in Indiana for the weekend, to consider my options -- or option, as it happens. Instead of taking the interstate, I was taking the old highways to get there, like Old US Highway 12, which is picturesque and big with antiquers. I sometimes do that when I'm going to Indiana and not in any ruch, but I was sort of getting myself lost. It was also inexplicably snowing -- I say snowing, what I mean is blizzarding, since I ended up careening into an enormous snow bank in some small town I've never been. I got out of the car, relatively unperturbed, and walked toward the center of town. There was a church there, with people going in and out looking like Norman Rockwell people. Thing was, the church had no snow on it, nor on the sidewalks around it. The people weren't dressed as if they were in a snowstorm; they had their old-fashioned sunday best on, and weren't paying much attention to the weather. It was rather beautiful. At that point, I realized I had to take the job, and went to call God on my cell phone, but I didn't get reception in the town. Stupid Sprint PCS. I looked up at a bell-tower wistfully as it chimed and I woke up.