Just Keep Swimming

Do you believe that your dreams have meaning?

Last night I had a dream that Conor and I were in a plane crash. Not the quick, catastrophic, explosion type plane crash that you see in movies...but a slow, engine failing, you know it’s coming, decline into the ocean.

Everyone calmly filed off the plane and jumped in before it could fill with water. Conor was clinging to me, his arms wrapped around my neck, and we treaded water until a floating dock saved us.

We survived. Our plans changed but we were fine.

We were fine.

XX, Bev