This morning when I awoke I remembered a dream I had.
I dreamt that I was able to visit an alternate reality. I found myself suddenly sitting next to Cathi at a funeral. She was sitting next to a skinny guy with long greasy black hair with streaks of grey, and a beard. Cathi was different. She was heavier and had much shorter hair. She looked sad. Not because of the funeral, but she didn't look happy. I was able to feel that her life wasn't as fulfilling as the one I know in this reality.
I began to talk to her and she didn't know who I was. I whispered for her to please come with me into the hall and talk with me for a minute. I don't know why she trusted me enough to do that, but when in the hall I began to explain to her that she needed to join me in my reality. That in my reality she had seven young kids, we had a happy and fulfilling life together, that she was an athlete and beautiful mother.
Then I woke up, thanks to our early alarms. We both were getting up to start our exercise for the day, and I started to share the dream with her. It really made me so grateful for my blessings. It made me kind of sentimental all morning during my swim. I came up with this poem in my mind:
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