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I Still Remember the Dream...

I'm reminded of a dream a friend shared with me back in December...
 
One day I was scrolling through IG and saw a pic of a beautiful wedding cake that reminded me of a dream I had the night before. In the dream was actually a small glimpse of me in a wedding dress. So, thinking nothing much of it, I reposted the photo captioning it “I had a dream I was in a wedding dress last night. Not sure who the guy was crazy enough to marry me but this cake is beautiful."
  So, later that evening, I received a text saying, I need to talk to you, I'll call you in a few. So like a little kid I’m like ok, anxiously awaiting to hear what she had to say. Well a week went by and I texted her saying what did you need to talk about? She responded, I'll call you later this week. 
Finally she called. She went on to explain that she’d had a dream about me & a special someone, preparing for our special day. I called her asking her to come where I was for the week or weekend to help me. I was almost frantic, letting her know I couldn’t do this on my own, and I desperately needed her help. So, I paid for her transportation to come down and took care of her every need while she was there. She didn’t want for anything. She even went into what we wore as we strolled store to store, gathering items for the wedding… I wore a fitting, long red dress with heels & dangled earrings & she wore a blue jean top & cream tulle skirt…
 She then went on stating how she noticed my smile. My smile was so bright & I was just so carefree in my actions. My joy & happiness was evident. During her story, she kept speaking of my smile. Later she went on to speak on the gentleman stating how well-groomed he was, how fat his pockets were & how fitting he was for me. He loved & cared for me and Jordan so much. He adored my daughter as if she was his, loved him some Jess & made sure we wanted for nothing. This was one reason why I was able to cater to her like I was. She then went on to speak about the venue of our wedding location.
The only thing she could describe was the huge yard, I think I pictured beautifully manicured green grass, that kind you can walk on barefoot. There was a beautiful fountain sitting in the middle of the yard. On the inside there was a large, winding staircase. At the top of the staircase, I came out from trying on my dress & showing only my face, just grinning. I wanted the dress to be a surprise for everyone so I didn't show anyone. She spoke about how beautiful I was & she kept speaking about the smile that was on my face. She then went on to say that there was an issue with the groom.
I can't remember if she said that He’d been married or engaged before & depending on which one, he’d been divorced or he’d called off the previous engagement. Sadly to say, at the ending of her dream the wedding did not take place. With great remorse, he called our wedding off at the last minute simply because he was not over the last relationship. I knew he was no longer in love nor desired to be with the previous woman, he just couldn’t get over what happened that caused their breakup.
So, as she's telling me this, I'm like, that’s not a happy ending. That's depressing. Since I have such a vivid imagination when people are speaking to me, a scene displays in my mind as if it were a movie. Although the ending wasn’t what I expected, I can remember my face... all I saw was peace. It was a face of understanding. (not normal I know) My friend later went on to tell me that she was lead to tell me about the dream despite its ending, letting me know that there is another part to the story that hasn’t been told.
I’m reminded of this story often and although this dream was shared with me months ago, I never wrote it down. So I chose today to do so. I’m not sure how much of a reality it will become, but I do know that the description of my behavior depicted was on point. The way she described my behavior was real & it’s the actual truth of my personality. In all the time we've known each other, I'd never shared with her my thoughts regarding my king. I truly believe that my mate will be loaded with money, having a genuine spirit & a love like no other for me and Jordan. I’m not money hungry nor do I seek men for finances. It's just a belief I have that whomever I marry we will be well cared for & loved deeply. These are things that my friend didn’t know, which is why the dream witnessed to my spirit the way it did. I look forward to seeing this dream come to pass the way it's supposed to take place in reality. I just wanted to share, I guess as a marker & a witness to what’s to come… of course with a happy ending. Hoping that this will also strike a gentle reminder in your spirit of something that was shown to you that you may have forgotten.

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