May 12, 2013

• Dream Entry

  No programs.  No hair accessories.  Without knowing the order of the dances, everyone was running late.  I was running late.  I forgot all kinds of things.  What do you mean you can't put make-up on your child?  Where are the trophies?  Everyone's hair is wrong.   I give up.  Disaster.  

   

  I dreamed that I finally told you I loved you.   I did it in the most honest way I could.  

   

   

  Leah K.  

  • 4:39 pm
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