….in my dreams

….in my dreams

Every now and then, I wake up with vivid recollection of my dream.  I’ve always been a dreamer.  I dream almost every night.  Active, detailed content dreams.  Most people I have met, either don’t dream or can’t remember them.  So it has been cool to be a d.r.e.a.m.e.r.    This morning….I woke up crying…..in my dreams.


Most of my dreams begin to fade as I open my eyes.  I have a few minutes to tell Peter about them, or to write them down – before my mind begins to sloth off the residue of the night’s imagination.  I dunno….making room for formulas, and managerial problems.  Ahh….I’m not sure if that equation ends up > or =……but It Is What It Is.

Wiping my tears off my face this morning…WOW…that dream was so real.  I made myself remember it.   There were only two people in my dream.  Me, and Denise LaMagna….my WW leader.  I was crying…..and she was holding me in her arms, comforting me.  That’s all it was.  Simple.  and Understandable.

I suppose….my subconscious, R.E.M based mind…knew I needed forgiveness.  And so she invited Denise to my house last night.  To Soothe A Tortured Heart.

Our Minds are Super Powerful.  It’s past time that I start using my Super Power to my Own benefit,

Ciao for now…..Diane

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