I dreamt last night that my aunt sent me a birthday card, and two months following my birthday, I still hadn’t opened it up. I saw it sitting around and tore it open. It was a card essentially asking when we were finally going to have a baby. Inside was a check for $6000 to use toward our cause.

I’ve since scoured our apartment for unopened birthday cards. Nothing.


Filed under dreams

2 responses to “dreamy

  1. Wouldn’t that be amazing? Fern once lost her favorite, most cherished pen (she loves pens) for months and then dreamt that it was in this certain bag and, voila, there it was, in real life. Ever since hearing about that dream, I’ve put a little more stock in what my subconscious is telling me.

  2. I hate those dreams…false hope. Ugh.

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