A dream is a wish your heart makes. But may not remember.

A dream is a wish your heart makes. But may not remember.

Dreams.

Went with the children to see The Wizard of Oz on stage at the Morton Theatre in Athens.

I hadn’t seen the movie in a while.

I’m always struck with how profound the message of this “child’s” story/movie is.

Dreams tell so much about us.

Lately, I haven’t been aware of any dreams.

My head hits the pillow and I sleep. I wake up — then I fall asleep again.

I may not be having great sleep but it’s been a dreamless one.

This morning my husband was telling me of a crazy dream he had.

I told him how I hadn’t been dreaming lately.

But I got to really thinking about last night’s dreams.

I started remembering bits and pieces.

A crazy spiraling, vertical rollercoaster. Tunneling into a subway like station only to talk to a lady about bus passes. Only to get on the top of a boat — that was teetering on a rolling sea.

Guess I’ve been dreaming after all.

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