What Dreams May Come

SO I have been having these really crazy dreams lately. I don't know where they are coming from but I figured I would share it with you all and perhaps you all could take a stab at interpreting them. So here goes:

It was day time. I was getting married at a hotel by the pool. I was wearing a white wedding dress but it wasn't a gown. It was a short dress, reminiscent of Alice in Wonderland. The bottom was flared and stiff almost like a cartoon.  Across from me but a little ways away was my intended and a woman whom I perceived to be his sister. She was holding a baby whom I perceived to be my baby. They were white. It was the point where they ask if anyone disagrees and in walks this guy. He was dressed like Eddie Izzard. He was wearing an iridescent blue suit and eye makeup, liner and like a purple eye shadow. He has glitter in his locs. He reminds me of David Bowie.

Now there is a bit of a back story. I know this guy. He and I are intimate but there is nothing more than that and a budding friendship between us. There's more but I'll leave it at that. Back to the dream.

No words are exchanged, I look at my family who are waving at me and motioning for me to come to them. I look towards the guy who stands in the doorway but says nothing. I look back and forth between them again then take off towards the guy in the door way. A feeling of joy rushes over my body and I'm warm. We run outside and all of a sudden it's night time and we are atop a hill over looking some glorious city like New York with all the lights shining beneath us and millions of stars in the sky. The hotel behind us is all glass and the lights of chandeliers give it a yellow-ish glow like incandescent light. I run in front of him to a little grassy hill and he sits on the curb. (I don't know where a city curb came from in the middle of a hill) I sit at his feet. Then something comes over me like a sadness. I say " I was getting married". He says "I was coming to save you from your misery. To be with you".

Then out of the blue a gigantic plate almost spaceship like floats into the sky above our heads. It looks like a man hole cover but has writing on it almost Celtic in nature. I can't decipher it. It's so close. There's a loud noise like what I would assume it sounds like when tectonic plates move. A rubbing of metal. Now that I'm thinking about it, it was like the sound of opening a man hole cover..hmmm. Anyway, the ship like thing keeps coming and we stand up. I'm freaking out but he stays calm. He looks up and the ship stops...RIGHT ON TOP OF HIS FOREHEAD!! He stays still for a second. I'm screaming "We have to take a picture! No one will believe this! Oh my God!" Just freaking out he moves towards me and we're looking for something. Then the entire structure disintegrates. It turns to a black ash like those firework snakes you get at the Fourth of July.

I tell him "I have to go". He says "I know". We walk back to the hotel and it's day time again. He stops at the door and I walk back to my family who is still there waiting for me, waving me to come. I look back and the guy is gone. I feel happy. Then I woke up.

I had a friend tell me what she thinks it means and it made me think. I am wondering if anyone else has a different view. Comment below.

Choose Joy

At the beginning of this year I began this campaign which I call "Choose Joy". The purpose of this campaign is to learn to make a conscious effort to be joyous daily. It helps me to remember the things I have to be joyful about in life even when the silver lined clouds recede into the horizon. I know it's easier said than done but the power of positive thinking and taking accountability for oneself is highly under rated.

This campaign was born from a combination of things. When I first moved back to Columbia for the fourth time, I had the pleasure of working with a rather large gentleman whose name I will withhold. This six foot over three hundred pound man would proclaim "joy" in his deep baritone every time he greeted another employee. Upon getting to know him, he and I exchanged stories about how the past two years had shown us a great deal of financial struggle. It was inspiring to me that despite all that had transpired, he was still able to be joyous. It made me feel foolish that I was throwing myself a pity party when this man was not only supporting himself but a family of five on a minimum wage salary. In true gemini fashion I immediately decided that I was going to spread joy too. Later on in the year this gentleman became ill and was forced to leave our employer yet his message of spreading joy never left.

Around the middle of this year I began to see commercials for Oprah's Life Class on OWN. Now I know what you're thinking but Oprah's advisers must know something, I mean look at her success story. Anyway, in one of the episodes she mentioned what she calls "joy rising". The idea basically observes the way that positive action causes more positive action. Something like paying it forward. She described how in giving away the things she did, she was creating joy for people which in turn created joy for her. It was very informative and it got me thinking about how joy rises in my life. It made me reflect on how me doing for and giving to others created a joyous feeling in their lives, how that positive energy transferred back to me, and how it manifested itself throughout my daily activities.

Being extremely cerebral, I began to analyze this sociological phenomena. I came to the conclusion that in order to spread joy, one must first choose joy in their own lives. The way I have managed to do this is by taking accountability for the things and events in my life that I can control. Rather than be a victim, I decided that I would make better decisions in my daily life. I'm not trying to make it seem like choosing joy is easy, trust me, it is far from it. Some days you will have bad days it's inevitable in this dynamic world but the challenge is to find the joy in your life despite those pitfalls. Some great figure once said something to the affect of a person's character is not when he is at peace but rather when he is at war. This is so very true.

I believe that pain and struggle are relative. It is not up to me to validate your struggle nor you mine all we can seek to do is empathize with each other. So as you go about your day, try to remember to find the joy in your life and if you have some to spare, share it and watch it rise. #choosejoy

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