Episode 1.5: MacGregor Chronicles

When I was young, my sister, Kassandra, and I used to spend summer nights in our basement telling one another stories. These narratives would begin as dreams that we had had and from there we would use our imaginations to tell hours of fantastic tales. This was our bonding time as sisters. We made up the unused work bench like a bunk bed and when we were tired we would go to sleep. In some of these stories she and I would grow up to run a choreography studio together, or a pizza parlor. We shared a the mutual enjoyment of a popular boy band, so they were often involved as well. But one of my dream turned tale was different. It seemed to take on true life of it's own. For many years I had forgotten about it, dismissed it's realistic form, but it has come back to me. It is becoming my life. I remember it's details so vividly and see all of it's characters quite clearly. It is as though I am in it already, and I have only to write the future as I am writing these words. My reverie began like this.

It was early September in Minnesota. My college sweetheart turned husband, Willard MacGregor and I were just arriving back from a European Cruise. We drove up to my dream house and it was as if we were coming home to it for the first time. I was terribly excited and a bit confused. There was a banner stating, ”Welcome Home MacGregor's.” The house was beautiful and huge. There were dozens of cars in the drive way and I seemed to recognize all of them, or most anyway. It was no surprise, but it was a party. When we approached the main threshold, Willard swept me off of my feet into his arms and kissed me. The door opened and he stepped in, the foyer was two stories and vast in comparison to any entry I had seen to that point in my young life. In the vision I looked still fairly young, but it was understood that I was almost thirty three years old. When my darling set me back on my feet again, I looked around at the house and at the people whom were there to greet me. I new them, but I didn't. It was as if I had known them in a past life, but had not met them yet also. I tried to count them but lost track after sixty.