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Just Dream It

Do you notice if you wake up in the morning and then fall back asleep, you have the craziest dreams?

This morning, I was getting married. Well, I should say, I was in my wedding dress, preparing to get ready, when I realized that I had not made any preparations.

My hair was not done. I did not have a make up appointment. And I was freaking out.

My bridesmaid E was there and she was all dressed up ready to go. She was calmly explaining to me that this was not a big deal. She had been through it and it would simply work itself out.

Part of me was so excited to think that this was my big day. Part of me was upset that I had missed out on everything leading up to it. That I was just suddenly thrown the day without the highs and lows of planning. (I'm sure there's some dream analysis here, me being torn by my Gemini twins as to which type of wedding I really want - a big pouffy one or a small elope-y one - but I am much more intrigued by what happened next.)

I suddenly realized I was in a dream. I looked around and we seemed to be in this magnificent old building. It reminded me of Versailles just outside of Paris. (I'm sure this also has a deeper meaning as E and Paris have very significant connections in my head - perhaps I want to be there with her? I don't know - anyway, I digress) It was only the two of us who were there. And perhaps that's how I realized it was a dream because where are my sisters? And my brother? And parents?

And so, I decided that I would just start making things up instead of panicking. I simply thought "I have made a hair appointment. I have made a makeup appointment" and it had to be "made so" because it was my dream.

I was feeling everything so deeply as well. My emotions were so strong that it was almost as if everything happening in the dream was really happening.

It is so rare that you find yourself control of your own destiny this way. My dream was allowing me to pick and choose things and they came to be simply because I thought them to be true.

I look in the mirror at myself and I looked great. I had a better complexion then I do in real life, a fitter body and and whiter teeth. And all simply because I just thought it.

Perhaps this is a metaphor of what I need to do for my Birthday Resolutions. Just start thinking it and it will be.

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