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  • Last night, I was awakened by a wicked migraine. I stumbled to the medicine cabinet to grab my meds to pummel the headache enough to get what little sleep I could. I lay breathing as regularly and measured as I could, waiting for the meds to kick in and a veil of sleep to descend. As the migraine began to soak slowly into the meds, I fell into a sleep.

    I was driving along a forested road dappled with sunlight shining through a canopy of early summer green leaves. I was in a hurry, or pressed by an urgency that was anticipation and importance with a measure of hesitancy ~ I was following someone's directions and wasn't sure of the way. A sharp turn came up and I knew it was my turn. I had a sudden thought at the instant I saw what the road turned into. That thought was an acute awareness that this was the reason for the warning I had received about where I was going and my trepidation. I did not hesitate at the sight of the red graveled road that rose 90 degree straight up before me. I knew only that I must reach the top where I vaguely saw the smallest indication of a building. I gunned the accelerator as I would if I were climbing a steep hill covered in snow. I knew that I needed to keep my speed steady or I would never reach the top.

    Suddenly, I no longer was moving forward and seemed weightless. I looked around and realized that the hill was so steep I was falling off backwards. Many realizations flashed through my head of landing on the roof of the car at the bottom of the hill. Rolling down into what I didn't know. I checked to be sure my seat belt was on. I wondered if I was going to be crushed, or thrown from the vehicle. In a flash, I stopped those thoughts and realized I was still conscious so I might at as well be grateful for the time I had and think positively. My hands relaxed on the steering wheel. I smiled. I breathed deeply. I began thinking of all I was grateful for. At each gratitude expression, I relaxed more. My final thoughts were clear and loud. "I love my children. I love life." I awoke being grateful and smiling. The last two sentences rang through my head as did the deeply felt sense of utter peace and calm they evoked in the dream and in reality (not sure which is which many times). It did not matter what the end result of the accident was because I was so grateful for what I had already had in life.

    My day was full of gratitude and I added to my already full cup of appreciation with each activity. I have added to those last two sentences, "I love my husband. I love the strength and energy I get from nature." Dreams can be very powerful and profound. This one was both. There have been just a very few other dreams in my life that have stayed so strongly with me it is as if they are memories of real events and are woven into the very fabric of who I am. Perhaps this one will as well. It is welcome to stay and be part of this journey.
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