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Dreaming Again

I've had a recurring dream for the last year or so that always seems to involve the same group of people. The situations change, but the people and the feelings associated with being around them remain constant.

I believe very strongly in the power of dreams. Whether or not they are just random images being sorted by the sleeping brain or unconscious messages, I firmly believe we have them for a reason, especially when they repeat.

This morning I woke from that recurring dream, and I think I finally figured out what it means. The people in the dream are real people from my life, and they all have something in common. They took a dream away from me.

This realization has had me thinking most of the morning. How many times have I relinquished or allowed someone to take a dream away from me? Far more than I like to admit. How many times have I taken a dream from someone? I'm not sure. It's a sobering thought. And you know what? It's kept me from dreaming.

With this in mind, I will now do some cyber-dreaming...

* Choose and stick with a training program.
* Get 2 more 5Ks under my belt.
* Run a 10K.
* Run a half-marathon.
* Join a running club and actually go for a run with them.
* Train for a triathalon.
* Finish a book and find an agent.
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Christy said…
Go girl :)
12:49 PM
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