Do dreams parallel real life?
Tuesday, March 17th, 2009Last night, I dreamed that I was in a bridesmaid dress – a long, flowing, strapless sage gown. My hair was lovely, my makeup perfect, and I felt pretty.
Except – oh no! – there was a war going on. With bullets flying everywhere, I ran through a very chaotic Wal-Mart – only to take a shot to the abdomen. My little sister (who was neither Becca nor Sarah) walked me to the bathroom, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror: terrified, disheveled, and blood-soaked.
Good morning!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
