I was getting Alyssa ready for school with the help of a woman who looked like a cross between Julia Roberts and Jean Gray. The woman kept freaking out, saying, "Everyone's going to know I'm the other woman."
Eventually I took her by the shoulders and grabbed her attention to say, "I was the other woman! When David went to school, I had pushed him out of me (when I had him) but I was the other woman!" Then I looked back to Alyssa and my expression softened and I continued. "Everyone is so excited for her."
We got her shoes on and started to pack her lunch, but all Jean could add was a pack of fruit snacks and all I had grabbed before waking up was a pack of club crackers.
My dreams take me to the wierdest places—sometimes good, sometimes bad—but there are some of them I just don't want to forget. So good or bad, they go here. My dreams take me on a journey into the farthest parts of my mind. If I can figure out what they mean, maybe I can understand myself a bit better. You are more than welcome to take this journey with me, but don't judge what you read. Remember, it was just a dream.
That said, a lot of these dreams have at least one part of them that would be great in a story. Some of them would make amazing stories all on their own, so I do get a lot of writing inspiration from these pages. Maybe one day you'll read one of my stories and know exactly which dream inspired it!
Sunday, February 4, 2018
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