There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Monday, January 25


I had a dream i was in a big downtown city. I was at a work function. They were handing out things. I don't remember what. Then we had a picnic and swim party. I was with my coworkers.

When i got out of the pool i was walking downtown with a towel around my waist. I was thinking, man this sucks. Then a voice in my head said, "See that guy up there? , pointing up to a man walking up a hill. "He is REALLY struggling." I sighed and said, yea a bit. Then when I turned around to walk off, I realized I was no longer in the city i was surrounded by burning lava no civilization in sight. There were screams, wilderness and frightening animals everywhere. The voice says, "This is hell. Be grateful."

I fell to my knees praying. and slid through the ground back onto the streets of the city. I ran to the next destination remembering to be thankful.

That dream has sat me with for a few days. Seriously worried that I am having apocalyptic dreams consistently. I had another one last night. I just don't feel like writing another one out. I just have to remain focused on making things truthful and honest for myself. Find silver linings and positive avenues. And BE GRATEFUL.

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