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I dreamed last night that my ex AH came to me and told me how much he missed me and begged me back. It was a warm and delicious dream, almost like a romance novel. When I woke up and realized it was just a dream, I almost sank into despair immediately.
However, I asked myself if I was going to let a stupid dream ruin my day, a FRIDAY, no less. I decided to shore myself up and get over it. Truth is, dreaming that I might consider going back with HIM is a nightmare! I was a hope-less mess when I was married to him, but I'm a hope-ful mess divorced from him.
I've gotta stick to the truth. It'll set me free, right?
I awoke from a nightmare last night. My brother, a nice man I had been dating but I decided I was not ready to be whole yet, and a disabled young man I greatly admire and I broke through a wall in my kitchen to find a hidden room full of creepy crawly bugs, lizards and little frogs. I walked in and started spraying stuff to kill them off while the guys kept bringing me more ammunition. A nightmare but with a sweet message, I think. We will work thru our stuff one day at a time.
I am grateful we are both finding some hope and peace.
Dreams like that are so bittersweet, they remind you of the feelings you had for them, how deeply you cared, then you get woken up and have to remember all the reasons why you can't be together. I tell myself the Disney phrase - A dream is a wish your heart makes - I know my heart wishes he was whole and real and as wonderful as he projected himself to be in the beginning. Maybe they are strengthening moments as well, being forced to face what never really was and remember the nasties to dispel the dream clouds and walk in reality. Reality is harsh but so much easier to live with than that rose-colored-glasses world.
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I am strong in the broken places. ~ Unknown
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another! ~ Anatole France