Dreaming

So, Sunday morning, my HTB explains to me all groggy and tired-like, a dream he had the night before. He dreamt we were in church (which we’ve attended together once, on Christmas) and he was kneeling. All of a sudden the priest drew the entire congregation’s attention to him and he literally had to propose on the spot.

Doesn’t sound like he feels pressured, does it?!?!

My dream, that same night: I walked into work. Busted into my friend Monica’s office and thrust out my left hand. On it was a super-sparkly & beautiful diamond ring (apparently my engagement ring). She leapt out from behind her desk and hugged me. Then we jumped up and down in joy.

Interesting compare/contrast on dreams & thoughts from the GTB and the BTB.

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