Dream # 1

I was dreaming  about my new cup I just bought. I saw a pick cup online at my favorite yarn shop and was counting down the days until the next stitch night so I could buy my cup. I was so excited that I came a week earlier noooo. Okay, I may not be able to crochet with others, but I can get my cup. 

I was a little sad, but then I saw a cute mug. I was told by the owner she could order the other cup and I was happy. I almost forgot about that pink cup, but on the next stitch night (which was last night) I looked for the cup. A little sad, because I didn’t see the cup. It was okay, because I was told by the owner that she had to hide my cup. It was a popular cup. 

I was happy and all smiles when I heard, “Lisa I got your cup”. I just said, “Thank you”. I was screaming on the inside. I continued  crocheting my blue skirt and talking to the people around me. I got some stitch markers and paid for my cup. “I can’t wait to go home and get a cup of hot tea. 

I knew I shouldn’t drink anything before going to bed. It wasn’t real and as I was opening my eyes I was telling myself how I hope I didn’t get up early, because I drank some hot tea late last night.

I remember a video my friend sent me about saying a prayer when you wake up at 3am and write down your dream .

I didn’t remember the prayers they suggested, so I said my own. I wasn’t going to put a pen and notebook by my bed, because I would have to turn the lights on to write in it and I will go back to sleep.  (Oh I awoke a little before 3am. I was surprised I didn’t wake up when my TV went off)

Time to go back to bed, night…

LD*