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LOA dreaming...

This is our Buddha fast asleep (about 30 minutes, he has since dained to join us in the loungeroom - he's really turning his days inside out! I might actually have to proactively change this new habit, eeek)... Dave walked in and told me it was nearly 10.30am and maybe I should think about getting up, so I flipped back the doona, over Bryn and hopped out of bed. When I looked back I realised that in his attempt to snuggle up to his mamma, Bryn had managed to maneuvre himself into the middle of my pillow, leaving me perched on the very edge of our QUEENSIZED bed, hahahaha!!!



Now, while we're still on the topic of sleeping, let me tell you about the revealing dream I had last night...

I was out jogging (I don't jog!), and it was easy and I was enjoying it, and I found myself jogging down the middle of a very busy six lane street in our neighbourhood and suddenly my Grandmother (dad's mum) came jogging toward me. I said, "Hi" and she remarked on my jogging (because I don't jog), and then I realised it was pretty crazy to jog in the middle of the road, so I jogging over to the footpath on my left, and she continued up along the middle of the road, into the major intersection that would have been ahead of her. I let go of the thought of her being in danger...

As I continue to jog along, I realise my feet are lifting off the ground and soon I'm jogging about a metre off the ground! I'm amazed but at the same time I realise this is completely possible as long as I'm open to it. I try mentally elevating myself higher off the ground and it works, I start flying along the footpath, and try doing a somersault and I almost hit the ground my manage to keep enough concentration and faith to buffer myself with a pillow of air. I round a corner to my left and touch down. Then as I'm musing about this newfound power, I run into a group of school girls (year 10-12), who I know, but not well, and I tell them about my experience. They jeer, and I know I can show them and prove to them I'm not crazy, but I know I must also be open and not doubt. As I try to show them, the fear of it not happening prevents me from lifting off. It is very frustrating because I BELIEVE wholeheartedly I can do it, and yet, I know that because I'm afraid of not having enough faith to pull it off, I become a self-fulfilling prophecy. And then I woke up...

BIG message in that!

Comments

Leah said…
OMG that's nearly exactly the storyline line of "some dogs do" a favourite book around here :)

What a fabbo dream! How great to see your grandmother in it too.
Stitch Sista said…
Oh a dream with 'lift-off'...how wonderful!
casso said…
I LOVE those dreams! Ooohhh, you lucky thing! Sounds like a very revealing dream...but not to anything that you didn't already know of course! :o)

And on the bed thing, I have to really push Harry over to one side of her bed, which is a double mattress. I can't believe how she can *always* end up lying across the bed. *sigh*

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