This morning, I woke up from one of the most beautiful dreams. I told myself I'd write about it on this blog.
I remember it vividly, even my emotional state. I felt it.
I didn't get out of bed right away, but instead waited for the mister fixing himself up for work. I usually change after he leaves so I don't crowd our small bathroom upstairs when he's using it too.
While having our breakfast, I told the mister that I had a dream. And then, I realized that I could not string together the series of events and the details anymore.
No matter how much I squeezed my brain out, those images were fleeting. What was left was the feeling.
...the feeling that I was so happy.
1 comment:
This is so hilarious! It happened to me many times when I failed to squeeze my brains too.
Believe it or not, I was born a clairvoyant till now. Deceased people would ask me to bring closure to their families.
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