Dream #738

I am a wealthy writer. Discovered for my talents and contribution of the instinctual written word. As a forming of the soul to hand, I have expressed my destiny in calligraphy's dance of immortality. My family is also wealthy, for I have taken care of them in all of their transitions. No longer does my mother ache for serenity and peace. No longer does she fear my father or his temper and verbal abuse. He is no longer with us but she is free. Free to live and breath in peace. Her family in Italy have come to adore every moment they spend with her. For over twenty years of not seeing her. She is home.

My brothers and sister have all gained access to their deep inner selves and left behind the world of fear of failing. they have opened themselves up to the world and have achieved their goals and dreams. All of their wants have become.

I have found love. The true love of a woman who sees me beyond myself and knows my heart as her own. Never an ill word spoken yet even if we argue, we laugh. My other half. She loves me to no end and show's me without limit. I am safe in her arms. She in mine. She is independent and free but never loses sight that we are each others gifts. A family of two, perhaps even three.

I stumble around sometimes wondering if this is all a dream. But as I type this I realize, it is not. This is my reality. As it is written, so it shall be done.
-Peter B Good




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