Last night I had this very vivid dream. In light of my prayer time I think the interpretation
is pretty obvious. Something was wrong with my heart. It was hardening in places, but there was a doctor who could fix it, and I had a strong sense of assurance that this doctor was capable. Just before the operation the doctor had to go somewhere. Even though there was a back up doctor that I was told was good enough, I refused. And, I flung myself on the floor and yelled out that it wasn't fair. I chose to wait for the one I trusted would heal my heart rather than risk my life on the one that may or may not be able to fix my broken hard heart.
~ A journal entry I ran
across when I was going to write in my journal today. I had forgotten about that dream, but I think it illustrates my perspective on love nicely. I stand by my desire for one day of the real deal at 80 rather than a lifetime of mediocre.
Soundtrack: I want you to be my love. Over the Rhine
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