Dear Diary,
I knew it would happen.
I ate two pieces of cake right before bedtime.
Moist, chocolate, single layer cake with no frosting, but baked with a few chocolate chips in the batter.
I figured eating two single pieces was like eating one double layer piece, right?
I think I was still digesting it this morning.
But more than that, I knew last night: My dreams would be very interesting!
And I did not disappoint.
In fact, I dreamt so much about folks from church and even a church service itself that when my alarm sounded, I thought it must be Sunday-- and why would I need to get up so early?
Then I chuckled this Tuesday morning and hit the snooze, remembering the crazy escapades of the night:
- people bouncing on trampoline-roofed minivans,
- a pastor preparing to preach a sermon entitled "Sweaters" while employing the high school youth to model Ugly Christmas Sweaters in the aisles as sermon illustrations. Oh were they ugly! (My alarm prevented me from hearing the sermon, so the Law/Gospel aspect is lost on me.)
And though Cinderella may croon "A dream is a wish your heart makes, when it's fast asleep,"
I really can't concur!
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I suppose in my wakeful, daytime hours, I could spend more time uncovering and pursuing some dreams of another kind. I have been blessed to be living my dream for 16 years: raising my daughters. But time has a way of growing them to be the independent teens and tween they are.
So, Walt, while I am so thankful that night time dreams are not a wish your heart makes but sometimes are a byproduct of too much chocolate cake, I will endeaver to courageously pursue my wakeful ones, once I figure out what they are.
Sweet dreams!
LJ
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