Dream a Little Dream of Me

I've always been one of those people that dreams a lot and remembers a lot of my dreams.

Would you believe I still remember a dream I had as a four of five year old child.

I remember that my bed levitated, it floated through our house we were currently living in up north, flew out the front door and to one of our neighbors houses that lived behind us. The weird part was, a vampire family lived there. However, this was not your scary vampire variety. This was the Count Chocula variety (For all of you 30 somethings out there you will remember those cereal commercials.). They were very kind and invited me in for a meatball dinner.


CRAZY!

Not only the details of the dream were crazy, but also that all these years later I still remember the details.

The most significant thing with my dreams however isn't necessarily the vivid details, it is the fact that in my dreams I see myself walking. I have never had a dream where I was in a wheelchair.

The only thing I can think of is that I don't see myself with many limitations. I see myself just like everyone else, so in my dream world, that is exactly how it is. There are no barriers for me. I'm dancing and running and ice skating and doing all the things I would love to do in reality.

I guess it isn't such a big deal that I dream of myself this way. However I do find it interesting that others do the same.

When someone says to me that they had a dream about me, before they continue to tell me their dream I ask them if I was in a wheelchair. After a thoughtful pause the response I always get seems to be the same,

"You know, you weren't in a wheelchair. You were walking. I guess because I don't think of you in that way. I just see you."

The funny thing is, when my hubby dreams of me he says I am in a wheelchair, however it doesn't limit me.

Hearing these comments makes me so happy to know that people don't put limitations on me either. They see me for me.