I Have A Small Idea About Where This Came From....

Last night, I had a dream that Patrick Dempsey was involved in an undercover operation with the people that live across the street from me. Unfortunately, I blew his cover when he came out of the house and I casually said, "Hey Patrick!"

Clearly, I watch entirely too many cop dramas on T.V.

Crazy Dream

If you've ever talked to me, you know that I have some pretty crazy dreams. Last night was no exception.

I dreamt I was in the middle of this big arena, apparently for a taping of Oprah's show because she was there and people were running everywhere getting things set up. I don't know what made me think I was entitled, but I went to her and asked her if she had a minute to talk. She said sure and she and I went and sat down facing each other. I told her very calmly my story and how much it would mean for me to thank Patrick Dempsey. I asked her since she seemed to know everybody, if she would possibly thank Patrick on my behalf next time she saw or spoke with him. She smiled and asked me to hold on. She left and when she returned, had her cell phone (it looked like a Blackberry, actually) and was scrolling through it.

She tried one number with no success, then tried a second. After a minute she says, "Hi Patrick, it's Oprah." They talk for a minute about some producer causing problems (even I can't believe how much I remember) and then she says, "I've got someone here who really needs to talk to you. Her name is Natalie. Do you mind?" The next thing I know, she's handing me her phone!

I calmly took the phone and said hello. Patrick answered with a calm and happy, "Hello Natalie, how are you?" It was at that moment that I figured out I was dreaming (literally) and panic set in as I realized if I didn't tell him what I needed to tell him quickly, I was going to wake up! So, it all came pouring out as fast as I could talk.

He kept trying to get a word in, but I just kept going. My voice was shaking, I was on the verge of tears, it was a total freak out moment. The fact that Patrick was on the other end of the line didn't seem to be the issue, it was the fact that I had something really important to share and I was terrified I was going to wake up at any moment.

Once I was finished, there was a moment of silence on the other end of the line and I was afraid he might have hung up. Finally, he laughed a little and said, "Natalie, I sincerely appreciate you telling me all of that. I want you to know though that all that matters is how you feel about yourself." I tried to tell him that it is BECAUSE of him I had a totally different perspective on things. Panic rose in me again at the thought of him not truly understanding. He seemed to sense it though and assured me that he understood. He said he was really glad he was able to help. He then said he had to go but that we would talk again...soon. And the call ended.

Very strange, very vivid, and yet still, just a dream.

A Great Yet Heartbreaking Dream

I had a dream last night....

I dreamt that I finally had my dream realized. The dream that wakes me up at night (and sometimes keeps me up at night).

I've had this dream before. It's always the same...I wake up right before the hug. Last night....I got my hug. And I've never felt so peaceful, relieved, and safe than I was in that moment, in that hug, in the arms of the person that I owe so much to.

I woke up, of course, while I was still in the embrace and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I was so elated that I finally, FINALLY, got the hug, and yet so frusturated to wake up and know that it happened...Only in my dreams. My emotions won out in the end and a few tears slipped out, but I fell asleep a bit later after praying about it smiling, confident that one day, that dream WILL become a reality.