Donuts and disappointment …

Last night I had a wonderful dream. We went to go get donuts. They are my absolute favorite treat! In my dream I ordered my donut and I was happily waiting for the cashier to hand it to me. And just as they did … Libby woke me up. UGH.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you aren’t disappointed!!!


Magical summer nights …

There is something about a summer night that leaves my skin tingling, my mind dreaming and my heart full.

Well, I hope you all have a night that feels magical!!!

Head in the clouds …

I’ve always been a dreamer. I think it is one of my biggest flaws and one of my greatest blessings. Even when I was a young woman filled with anxiety I still managed to dream BIG. Now that I’m older many of my anxieties have fallen by the wayside which leaves lots of room for dreaming. I think that by allowing myself to dream I have had a better stronghold on hope. It really has worked for me in just about every situation I’ve been in. Even the really ugly ones. I think the ability to dream has also allowed me to maintain a certain measure of flexibility in my thoughts. If one thing doesn’t work out exactly the way I had hoped it can be easily modified. My thinking can be changed, and before I even realize it a new dream is in place. Some things have to change to bring us to the right place in our lives or to help us reach our goals, right?!?! From the bottom of my heart I believe that both God and the universe direct me in the way I need to go. I find so much comfort in that. Rigidity definitely has no place in this dreamer’s life. With all the twists and turns my life has taken I think rigidity would have been the end of my happiness. My soul would have deflated like a balloon decades ago. My spirit would have been crushed. Dreaming has kept me happy and hopeful. So … I guess I’ll just stick with it.

Well, I hope you all have a day where your head is in the clouds!!!

Wondering why …

I have written before about how after I had meningitis I could no longer remember my dreams. It went on for about 7 years. I guess it’s been about 2 years now that I have started to remember them again. Definitely not all of them but WAY more than NONE. And some days I am not sure that it’s a good thing. My dreams can leave me a little weirded out.

Last night I dreamt that we were robbed and all the robbers stole were my clothes. All of them, underwear included. The only clothes I had left were the ones I was wearing. Oddly I was on slightly upset. I just dealt with it very matter-of-fact and more of an inconvenience that I had to replace my entire wardrobe. In real life I highly doubt I would be that calm.

We lived in a communal dorm room that was painted a burnt orange color with carpeting to match. Yikes. No words.

We could also drive our cars through the house too. Along with all the other people and staff we apparently lived with. Um. OK.

And we lived at the beach. OK, this part I am totally good with!

As a former therapist I should be able to recall some dream analysis. But I gotta admit, my dreams have me scratching my head.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you aren’t wondering why!!!