A haphazard meeting with my dream

This week I am drawing my Dream Meetings.

My first dream meeting, my dream was a flat pancake and I felt... deflated.

At the same time, I was just really feeling the magic of journaling.

Then I went for my bike ride to the park, had some coffee, called my dream back in and now it's like...

I have opened a can of worms.

My dream is not actually my dream. The thing I've been thinking of as the biggest element of "my dream" is not actually my dream. It's a thing I want, but my DREAM...

My dream is different from what I thought.

Things are shifting.

The "new" dream meeting was me floating in the magic of being in congruence with myself.

Drawing this felt like a healing.

I am so excited to see what happens tomorrow.

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