I promise you, this Friday series won't go much longer. I'm thinking it will be done in two weeks. So if you don't like it, hold off until then. So here is Part 5 of my crazy dream.

I wake up, stiff and very sore. I can't figure out what just happened. Was that just a dream, or did that really take place? Normally I'd write it off as something completely ridiculous, but with all of the things happening lately, perhaps it's not too far from reality.

I notice that I'm laying in a very strange building. As I look around I notice the decor of the place is something like out of a western. It looks like an old style saloon, complete with bar, wood everything, piano, double flapped doors, and the works. It also looks like nobody has been in this place for years, as everything is falling apart. I can't imagine why I would end up in a place like this. I begin to look around the room, trying to get some idea of the situation I am in when my phone rings. "Hello? Are you the one who's been guiding my every move?"

"Ummm... I'm not sure what you're talking about," says the voice on the other side. "My name is Grant Slivocovich and I am looking for a position with the Minnesota Timberwolves. I know I'm not close to Minnesota because I live in Michigan, but I am willing to move..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I interrupt. "I think you've got the wrong number buddy. I don't know anything about the Timberwolves."

"Of course you do. You're Tone Hoeft, right? You own the team."

"Look, I have no idea what you're talking about. I think there's a whole bunch of stuff that you should be worrying about right now. Especially the fact that everything is being destroyed right now by those crazy machines."

"What in the world are you talking about? Is this a joke? Are you high?

"No, I'm serious! How can you not see the destruction?"

"You are one crazy kid."

I hang up the phone. What in the world is going on here? I go to the windows to make sure that I'm not completely crazy. Looking out the windows, all I see are buildings torn apart or burning down, with destruction everywhere. The man must have been mad. I realize that I haven't seen my dad this whole time. I give him a ring, and he tells me that he is in Southern Minnesota right now on a business deal and that he'll see me later. I can't believe it. Am I the only person on this planet that sees the devastation happening right now? I feel all alone, like there is no one else out there. I go upstairs into a room and sit in the corner, sobbing to myself. I can't help but think that this is a cruel fate for me, to end up alone for the rest of my life.

As I continue to cry, Bruce Bentley (who is the youth pastor at my church) shows up and tells me everything is going to be alright. I don't even wonder where he comes from, I'm just glad to have company again. He tells me that he is going to help me get home, so we leave this crazy saloon and start walking back towards Rosemount.

To be continued...