But what about when your dreams are so good that they make even the perfect mornings feel imperfect. How do you get yourself out of bed? What do you tell yourself to make life safe to approach.
Lately, my dreams have been the warmest and happiest things I have experienced. I don't know if it is because I have been putting all of my feelings on the back burner because work has been so busy and nothing else has time to affect me, or if its because I have been in denial of the universe's plan for my heart for a long time now, but either way, it is making waking up extremely difficult.
I eventually get myself out of bed and dressed and in the car and off to work, and as I think about my warm fuzzy dreams, I start to warm up and smile, but that only lasts until I start to feel sadness. I feel sad because I remember that my dreams were just that: dreams. But maybe they are more than just little movies I watch while I'm asleep. Maybe they are all the stars in the sky telling my celestial heart to wake up and chase what it was meant to find.
-I know that before I was in my human body, I was a ball of warm light floating around the sky searching for an equally warm light, I watched that light be born into a tiny human, and without knowing that human, I watched them grow and become the best human they could possibly be. Our paths crossed as humans, and light exploded out from between us. And then our paths continued on.-
My dreams have continuously kept our paths crossing, but outside of my dreams that is less the case. My dreams make me happy, because for some reason, I feel like I am not the only one experiencing them. Maybe dreams are just a different passage into someones heart and soul. When they close their eyes, they feel what I am feeling, and we are together for a micro second that is an ever lasting dream.
