Field of Dreams

A harsh ringing filled my "early" morning slumber this morning.  The phone is a terrible thing to wake up to on any day, let alone ending a dream that seemed as real as life.  In my dream I was pushing a shopping cart up a trail, in the northern Myanmar hills.  I was half-way to my destination, other travellers waved hi to me, as I lifted the wheels out of the dirt and pushed it up the next couple of inches.  Suddenly I realized, 'what am I doing pushing a shopping cart up the side of a mountain'???   "Forget this!" I said and ditched it, feeling a little guilty for littering the trail, but so much more lighter.  I thought, "they don't need shopping carts in the village anyway!".  Happily I strided up the trail, greeting neighbors...the guy who cooked  the bedbugs out of our furniture, our Kachin friend who is also the top denominational head of his church, other assorted kids, animals, dirt roads leading to thatch houses on stilts.  It was great to be amoung friends.  Then, "rrrriiiinnggggg!!!" the phone goes and I snap out of my Kachin hill's and back to a phone ringing, my lumbering out of bed (what am I gonna make for breakfast..) and croaking a "hello" to my husband who sounds chipper and has all kinds of questions.  All I could think about right then was that shopping cart, stuck in the dirt, what the heck was I doing????  "O.K." I croaked over the phone, "see you at 10."  Clack, the reciever falls into place and I begin another day in the real world.