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If you want no one to read your blog post, start it like this:
“I had this really interesting dream last night...”
Few things can make me run (screaming inwardly) from a room than when someone sits down to tell me their dream. And yet. I had this really interesting dream last night. Which I will condense to two sentences so you don't run screaming from the room.
I went into a large building; the farther I got into the building, the more the rooms became narrow and cramped and felt icky. There were also carnival rides in the different rooms. I didn't like how it felt, but I knew there was something really, really cool on the other side of the building that was worth getting to, so I decided to retrace my steps, exit the building and walk around it.
Then my son came into the room and woke me up. He climbed into the bed, fell asleep and proceeded to sporadically kick me for the next 30 minutes. So I got up and took him back to his room and finally fell back asleep several hours (20 minutes) later.
And then I had almost the same dream again.
I was in yet another carnivalesque building with small, narrow passageways and it felt icky, so I backed out and went around it. Because I knew there was something really, really good on the other side.
Okay, that was six sentences. I lied. But I got you to read it!
Now, here's the part that makes it interesting. Before I went to bed, I was feeling weighed down by life. Just so tired of dealing with this dark, twisted energy of the criminal investigation and all that goes with it. It feels oppressive and never-ending. So I offered up a prayer. “Can you please give me a glimpse of what lies ahead for me, something positive, to give me the energy to keep moving forward?”
Then I fell asleep and had two dreams of being in buildings with dark, twisted hallways that felt oppressive. Both times I backed out and went around so I could get to.....what?
What was on the other side that I was so eager to get to?
I. Don't. Remember!!
That is not cool! That's the whole reason I had these dreams! To see what was on the other side.
Alas. I'll try again tonight, but in the meantime I've decided to put it up for a vote. I love a democratic process.
So tell me. What was on the other side of the building?
Best answer wins my devotion for life (especially if the answer involves Colin Firth). x