This week I wrote in my dream journal and felt a good vibe. This is what my dream feels like:
I am walking down a street that is made of stones and feels bumpy beneath my sandals. The sun warms my back as I touch the soft petals of the hibiscus flowers in the blue flower boxes outside the store windows.
I feel healthy and happy and energetic. I am doing what I love – walking and writing and reading and sitting outdoors and learning a lot of new things, while meeting interesting people.
The villa I am staying in has cypress trees growing near the windows providing cool shade in the evening. I can reach the branches and feel their spiky texture through the open window.
I am cooking the vegetables that I pulled from the garden outside the kitchen, and serving them at a big table outdoors made of stone mosaic that has been smoothed by the elements over the years. I am sitting in a comfortable
wicker chair and sharing the food and laughter with my friends and family while the children laugh. My dog’s soft furry head is resting on my foot.