I had a dream ...

I took a week’s holiday last week to Scotland with my wife.  I don’t feel comfortable enough yet to get on a plane and we’ve done Devon a lot so thought we’d try the other end of the country *giggles*  Incidentally, I had a great time and thoroughly recommend it and if, like me, you’re an Outlander fan then there is much to see!

Obviously while I was away, I couldn’t dress so I had already mentally prepared myself for this and resigned myself to the fact that I’d make up for it when I returned.

With the miles and miles of walking, looking round castles and trying to get up the tight, unlit spiral staircases, my mind was elsewhere and all was going well….

Then on Wednesday night, I had a dream.  In it, I went through the whole dressing process from the matching pink bra and panties set to the lovely red mini dress.  My nails and make up were done (items I’ve not got to in real life yet) and a pair of black killer stilettos.  It had to be a dream since no way I could ever look that good otherwise haha.

I woke up with a big smile and very happy, the dream still very vivid in my mind (and even is now).  However, by the time I got back from the bathroom, my happiness had turned a little to sadness as the chance to dress again was still several days away.

I like to believe that dreams reflect what you’re really going through (had many in which I’m driving and woken up in tears as I can’t do that anymore) so I believe this was the world telling me to continue doing what makes me happy.

Just wanted to share my little story.

Love Rachel