I Have A Dream

I had a dream….and Oprah was in it. The funny thing is that as often as I reference the Oprah show as being the “You know You Made It Moment” I really haven’t watched it since she wore big hair and panty hose. But last night, she came to me.
Apparently, two women whose lawn I mowed (I have never mowed a lawn in my life), contacted Oprah about me. They told her that I was an outstanding young woman ( apparently a heck of a lawn mower), and their/my story moved her so much that she hopped on her Leer jet and headed to the mid west (again, no fricken clue why I was living in the Midwest but my house was right out of an episode of Roseanne). Once there Oprah watched my family eat Christmas dinner (Christmas?) like one would watch starving children fight over a hambone- with pity. All the while my family was going on about me…as if convincing her to adopt me.

I can’t remember any more details (lucky for you). But I have been pondering why Oprah came to me in a dream since I woke up. Is there an episode on tonight about How to get your man to pop the question? Or could it be deeper?

Could this mean that I am destined for bigger and better things? Was the most powerful woman in the world (debatable) coming to me in a dream to tell me that I need to stop making excuses and work my ass off and that maybe my dreams too could come true?

Whether Oprah’s visit was a sign that I will spend my life yo- yo dieting and marriageless or a sign that I need to work hard to pursue my dreams, I am going to think of it as the latter. I am going to put pen to paper, fingers to keys and work on my writing as often as possible- and maybe, just maybe my dreams will come true!