Alrighty folks. It seems like this week has been the week to have strange dreams and strange things happen.
I woke up this morning and sat straight up in my bed.
This time I dreamt of my ex from freshman up until the summer leading into junior year of college.
Again I was in the South. Totally in New Orleans. I was hanging with my ex as comfy and cozy as can be. We were affectionate and exchanging our usual quips and jokes rapid fire. His mom was there, but in real life she loved me. In the dream, not so much because she said I didn’t speak to her right away when I got in the house. His younger brothers were there too.
Everything felt like real-time, but his youngest brother kind of stayed around the age of 12, but his middle brother was the correct age. Anyway, Mom was throwing a lot of shade and making reference to my “expensive clothes” and my “expensive bag.”
I was laughing, because I wish I had expensive clothes. What I consider expensive and what other folks consider expensive are totally different things. One of my friends said I could save more money if I didn’t go shopping as much as I do. But my response was that I shop at Marshalls, Ross, and H&M. I’ll buy tons of clothes for like $60. And I like Macys. But I’m not a high-end girl, by any means.
Anyway. This dream had me really crazy because I’ve decided to go with all of this. I’m deeming this week Ex Appreciation Week.
For better or for worse, I chose a handful of men and made them my life and my world. I shared my hopes, dreams, love, mind and body with these folks and they had an impact on my life.
It is what it is.
I’m thankful that 2 out of the 4 of them, I could have a drink with and actually enjoy their company with.
The other two, well, you know about them.
As for Greece, I told you folks about a great dream I had the night before last.
Well, I was talking to one of my besties last night and what does she suggest?
A trip to Greece. I didn’t mention my dream at all. She just brought it up.
So I’m freaked out.
I don’t think I’m clairvoyant by any means, but I do feel like maybe there is something in Greece that I need to see or do to give me some inspiration and direction. So it looks like I need to get my ducks in a row and figure out how to get to Greece.