Remembering What's Best

Last night's dream...

I was in a play of some sort, but it was open air... not on a stage.

We were actually in an arcade, which was part of a carnival or board walk.

In the arcade I was with an old friend of mine who was married to me in the play. He didn't want me anymore and sent me away. I walked over to another couple and pretended to talk to the wife of that couple (also in the play). My "husband" whispered across the "stage" that he had forgotten to ask for my wedding rings. So I took them off and threw them across "stage". Not long after, he threw "cheap" ones back. But to me they weren't cheap. They were mother of pearl and opal. The band was even made of mother of pearl (not a stable material for that, but pretty). I started admiring my two new rings. I was enthralled with their beauty. Then a very handsome man (not in the play) walked by and asked if I was available, I quickly made a bee-line to my real husband who was playing an arcade game close by. I leaned on him and tried to get his attention.

I'm not sure if he went with me, but next I walked over to the farris wheel. I got on, rode and got off alone. I started exiting the wrong way and noticed I was in Italy. I saw my exboyfriend, Shane, standing not far away. I ran over to him and we kissed. I was very happy to be with him and was thinking of how much I liked his kisses, when I saw my husband. I thought about the thrill of a new romance and all the things I missed about Shane, but I finally ran to my husband instead and cried to him that I had forgotten that we had had good times there too. (in Italy). My mind went to some "real" times and some that I just made up. We walked off arm in arm.

I have to go to a Beth Moore Conference today... so I have no time to 'interpret'... I don't think it needs too much though. :-)

Ciao!