Dear Dreams,

I once had a friend say that she thought people who passed away visit us through our dreams.

Last night I had yet another stress dream about performing. The show was starting and I was running very late and a hot mess in every way. I frantically looked for the person in charge, stumbling upon her, she notifies me that I am second in the order just as the first act is finishing and pushes me out of the wing and onto the stage. I immediately know they must have mistook me for someone else because the music that's on, well... it wasn't my music and there I was having to think quick( Live theater life, am I right??). I started to make up something new as I went, not feeling comfortable and worried it was looking like trash. As I was struggling to get through the piece of music with my dance steps, I notice someone sitting at the back left of the theater for a moment. It was undoubtedly Morgan nodding her head. I could feel her encouragement engulf me and the waves of my growth wash over me. In that moment I was free from myself and the movement flowed with ease and authenticity.

I don't usually remember my dreams but when I woke up, I knew.

She was proud of me.

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