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