Hopes
Don't get me wrong, I believe I endured my share of nightmares the week before from quitting smoking again. Darn withdrawals...
Anyway...my first and very vivid dream, was of me seeing myself in an article, decked out in a sleeveless, flowy, white couture gown with a cinched waist, and the same haircut. My image donned the announcement of my third Oscar, a day after the Academy Awards. I was thinner, but not so much, and still rocked the mullet...I was able to read the article twice in my dream; read the same words over twice, which is weird because dreams don't work like that! It was so real...I'm holding on to it as a sign. THE SECRET...
My second dream, I was with a handsome gentleman, who made me laugh, and opened doors for me, held my hand and kissed it, and spent a day with me, watching my every move in adoration...he was a man of fantasy and yet familiar in face and voice as someone I admire in real life. We laughed and talked, he loved me, and it was perfect.
Then of course, for such dreams...the worst part is waking up. First with a sense of wonder-and then reality kicks in and you're back to the drawing board.
I'd rather live the dreams these days, more than anything.
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