what dreams may come

I just woke from a long convoluted dream that spanned hours (Saturday=sleeping in opportunity) wherein I was in a hotel, far from anywhere I'd call home, needing to get years worth of shit (that I don't even know how I got there and barely remembered owning years prior) somewhere safe when my car was far too small, and I had too little, time, energy, and resources. Also the staff thought I was suspicious and not like others who stay there (so what if I make the hall smell funny sometimes- does that make me so horrible) and wanted to kick me out. My sleep-in-Saturday became a Saturday morning stress-a-thon.

But it's okay. I can handle a dream by this time for chrissake. I can handle a hell of a lot more of that, given a few moments to "gather" myself, center myself, or remember who "I" really am.

Part I of the dream (before my dog woke me to make me take her out), I was walking through this same building, where a coworker was looking to buy a condo. Because my coworkers at work can afford to buy condos, houses, etc and discuss it in front of me. And I just watched this loveliness they were about to acquire.

So of course Part II is where the eternal (internal) homeless me can't get a break and is made to feel horrible.

Made to?

In real life I get to choose how I feel. And I am awake now. And I am awesome again.

Happy Saturday. Have a day the way you believe it is, and believe something good. And I'll try to keep doing the same, for life is not smooth-sailing my friend.

But we can handle the waves. Because (remember!) WE are awesome.

Bless y'all. ;)