I hate that feeling… that feeling when you jump up, your heart is thumping against your chest in double time and you feel like you can’t breathe.
Then you realize – it was only a dream.
But as the vivid memories of the dream come back to you, you question yourself… wait… was it a dream? No… it was real… I remember it so clearly…
This happened to me last week. I had a very real dream that I got FIRED!! (and for those of you who don’t know, I have my dream job, so being fired is one of the most devastating things that could happen to me).
The dream was awful. I was heartbroken, I cried, I felt this sense of despair, and all of those feelings remained when I woke up.
For ages I was so confused. I just couldn’t decipher the reality of my dream. Was it real? Should I get my butt out of bed and go to work or was I actually fired!?
Turns out I wasn’t fired (thank God), but I probably would have been had I continued to question the reality of the dream any longer cuz I would have been late for my show!
I love that feeling…that feeling when you realize everything is okay and as Nelly say: “it was only just a dream”.