Day 322

Last night I had a dream. I hesitate to call it a dream because it was so vivid. It was a conversation. I never saw a person or being. Somewhere in that space between awake and asleep, I heard a soft, lyrical voice.

She said, "There are no limitations, Debbie. You can do anything you really want."

I snickered. "Well I can't be a ballerina."

"Sure you can," she said, "Just try it."

Suddenly I saw myself dancing and it was clear that I could be a ballerina. But I was not going to be convinced so easily.

"Well, sure I can dance, but that doesn't mean I'm any good. It's not like I'm going to perform in the New York City Ballet," I said

I was impressed by the sincerity of her reply: "Oh, I thought you wanted to dance. Why would you want to dance in the New York City Ballet? For the approval, the applause, the accolades? You can have those things too, if that's what you want."

This girl was good but I thought I finally had her, "Well, I can't jump off a bridge."

"Just because you are free doesn't mean there aren't consequences for your actions. Being free means that you choose the action and the consequence." With that she was gone.

I woke up thinking, "Who was that?"

I rolled out of bed, walked into the living room and opened the blinds. The ground was covered in a blanket of snow, the first of the year. For a moment I was wrapped in magic.