5

Five is one of my favorite numbers. It's the combination of 2 and 3 and I was born on the 23rd. It's simple, one hand. I simply love it. 

This morning I awoke from a series of dreams: the first one was about the man I think in many ways is my soulmate (whether or not we will ever have an actual relationship) the second one was about a road trip going the wrong way and the third one related to school, but I could fly. I love dreams where u can fly, I feel this huge sense of freedom. And I often just soar for soarings sake. Anyway, I told Kelly about the dreams and didn't think much of them until the end of the day. (More on this later.)

My day started with some more Criminal Minds- I watched a whole season in 2 days. 

I then fought with a hose in 27 degree weather... Came in soaking wet. But the animals had water! 

I spent more time watching Criminal Minds and then I spent time outside with the dogs in our backfield- I was really just getting my 10,000 steps in! But don't tell mom, she likes that I am doing these walks. And it's a way to get out of the house a bit and keeping her off my back. 

Kelly finally texts me back about my dreams and we are teasing apart each piece of the Ibrahim dream. I tell her I almost texted him because I wanted to say hi, but that I didn't text him because that's my pattern- I say something and he responds and then I obsess for days and it's just not that healthy. The dream was perfect. And really, I didn't want to ruin it with reality. 

I told Kelly "if the universe wants this it's going to have to pull out the big guns" I said that at 8:17. Less than 20 minutes later I had received something from Ibrahim himself. I hadn't had contact with him since December 6th. 

 The universe tapped into my obsessive tendencies yet again. It's a sign right? I had a dream about him and he contacted me. There's something there. Right? Surely. The universe is meticulous. The universe, though, has a cruel sense of humor. Sometimes it's a tease. So, my dear universe, I would believe you more, if he called me. If I talked to him on the phone. I would love to talk to him on the phone. Universe, that's the next demand for me to believe. 

I want to believe, I want it to be real. 

But, for now, I will remember the dream. The dream where mom told him about my feelings and he just accepted them and we spent some time together. No promises of a future, no promises, even, of requited love. But it was beautiful.

Believe in the beautiful. Believe in what speaks to your soul and demand the world to listen to you.