I believe in dreams, and that when you dream you are dealing with real life - in an abstract form. I think that everything you dream - no matter how bizarre - has something to do with your life (something that’s on your mind). It took me a while to figure this out, but after putting sense to a dream that haunted me as a child - it all became clear. As a teen I had so much fun taking my friends’ dreams and trying to make sense of them - I was a novelty.

This comes up because the other night I had a dream - and I woke up falling… in love. I dreamt that I flew to Seattle with a friend (Miss. Hotsy-Totsy Pants), for some school related reason. We checked into a hotel and went to the school we were visiting - where we ran into a bunch of folks from the school I work at (so, a bunch of friends). We had a blast touring this school - reasons unknown - goofing around, joking and simply having a nice time. After, I went with my friend (Miss. Hotsy-Totsy Pants) to buy two little dogs for Sammy. We went back to the hotel and then I went out to meet up with Scott (who was already living there in his parents’ mansion!). We went to some shopping/market place where I realized the two dogs I had bought for Sam were missing! They had been stolen! I was very upset - crying and trying to figure out just when and where it had happened. I was back at the hotel telling my friend I would meet her at the airport at 5pm for the flight back home. I had time and I wanted to see Scott again before I left. So, I meet up with Scott and realized I needed to shower before I left. He took me to his parents’ house (mansion) - there was a large pool with like 5 cabanas! Each had a changing room with a bathroom (toilet, sink and shower). I told him that when we got the house we could tear down most of the cabanas (3) and build a guest house out here. Most of the cabanas didn’t work anyway… Then we were looking out at the pool, the awesome view and the cloudy sky - I looked at Scott and simply said, “Yeah, we’re home.”

Analysis: First of all, everyone who knows us knows we are planning to move up to the Seattle area in about 3 and half years. So, that’s where Seattle comes into the dream. Scott and I really miss our future place of residence - we love it there so much! With everyone from my school meeting up at a different school - it’s because next year I am moving up to the high school, leaving all my pants friends and everyone else I enjoy seeing daily, behind. It’s sad, but it’s a move I have to make. I am forever telling them that the entire staff from the middle school needs to change places with the entire staff at the high school - that way we can all still be together next year! No one has gone for the idea - yet. So, in my dream I was taking everyone with me (when I move to the high school or to Seattle - or both). The buying of the dogs comes from adopting our little Baxter and then wanting to take home a second puppy (don’t worry, we’re not). Then I lose them - I think it’s because we haven’t brought Baxter home yet - and also with the tragic accident causing me to be a little paranoid that our Baxter will be in a similar accident. The shopping we did was in a place I vividly remember from our last trip to Seattle. The area I am remembering is where the monorail track runs over the street… why I put a shopping center there - I don’t know. It was near Pike’s Place Public Market… My in-laws live north of Seattle on Camano Island - so that’s where they come into play. Their house is nice, but no mansion. So, that last part may be a simple wish of what I’d love to have when we do move up there - I know the reality of it, and I cannot say I’ll be moving into a mansion. Although, if Scott or I do something and become millionaires - then maybe. For now, only a dream…

It was that line at the end of my dream, “Yeah, we’re home.” That says it all right there - I have always felt this strange sense of a welcoming calmness each and every time I am in Washington State. I have always felt complete when I have visited there and each time I left I have this strong sense of sadness would blanket over me. I was fifteen the first time I flew up to visit my mother’s cousin. It was like as soon as I stepped off the place I had this, “Welcome Home.” feeling. Scott feels the same - I had never met anyone else who loved Seattle (and the west coast of Washington) as much as I do. It was like fate was telling me, “Here you go, you don’t have to fight to be in Seattle - just come.”

I believe in dreams - I also believe in fate. I believe we each have a purpose and a reason here on earth - we just have to listen to the forces around us and follow our hearts.

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