I had to sit down and get this out before I forget it all.
In my dream last night, Neil and I were walking in a forest, along a path. Only, I was Neil and he was me (but he didn't look like me). He was frumpier than me and I hope to geez that it's not how I look through his eyes. ha. Anyway, I digress ...
So we're walking down this path and up ahead of us skips a little girl wearing a white sundress. She's one year old. She has pudgy cheeks, a pudgy body, an adorable smile and slanted, twinkling blue eyes. Her hair is pale blond, thin and wispy in the wind. She's ours. And obviously she must be pretty amazing if at the age of one she can skip and sing at the same time.
I have dreams all the time, but they rarely allow me to remember them. I usually just wake up feeling pleasant or curious without knowing why. When I actually do recall a dream, it sticks with me. Like the set of recurring dreams I used to have when I first met Neil ... I'm sitting on the exam table in a OBGYN office and the doctor is telling me I'm infertile and will never have children.
Maybe this new dream was my psyche's way of telling me that the first dream was a liar. Or maybe my woman hormones just need to lay off the juice.
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