Dream Meanings

So, as mentioned in my last post – I recently went through a break up. We lived together so I am a newly single lady (all the single-ladies, all the single-ladies…) living in a house all by my lonesome. And I’ve been having these dreams about getting robbed. A few times now.

At first I brushed it off as feeling insecure in a big house all alone. But when they kept happening, I mentioned it to my friend Angela and she looked up the meaning for me at http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/:

To dream that you have been robbed, denotes that you are experiencing an identity crisis or you are suffering some sort of loss in your life.

Well… yep. That hits the nail on the head!

Basically, I am no longer a skeptic on dream interpretations.

Time to Move On

Well, a lot’s happened since my last post. Probably because my last posts had to do with an engagement that was called off. Wah wah wah. For a while there, my life felt like a bad country song. He left me, and he took my dog. FML

But… happy to report. All is well. Everything happens for a reason.

It happened March 10th. Once I make it past April 20th (our would’ve been 6 year anniversary) and May 15th (our would’ve been wedding date) I think I’ll be juuuust fine. :)

In the meantime, I’m just keeping busy with friends. Last weekend I went to Vegas with my Mom and my good friend Rachael. It was so much fun and a seriously needed escape from Idaho Falls. We went to two concerts (30 Seconds to Mars and Muse), ate a ton, drank a ton, danced some, shopped some, laid out by the pool. Life was good.

Luckily I will be back there again in 1 month. I’ve gathered all of my girlfriends for a un/re-bachelorette party weekend. We shall celebrate my recent re-introduction into freedom, in style. So far there are 8 of us going. It’s going to be EPIC. Stay tuned. What happens in Vegas may or may not stay there. TBD

I’d say, for having gone through a not-so-welcome break up a month ish ago, I’m doing pretty damn good. I owe it all to my friends – some old, some new, but all favorites. If it weren’t for them and our dance parties, jello shot nights, sleepovers, day long IM-conversations and Vegas trips. I don’t know what I’d be doing with myself. I love them dearly.

Side note – I’ve decided that several cliche things they say about breakups is true. Off the top of my head:

• I lost 6 lbs in the first week because I was so devastated I didn’t have an appetite.
• I instantly wanted to move out, leave town. Anything. GMTFO!
• I wanted to chop off all my hair and dye it.

Well I didn’t move out and leave town – but I did chop off all my hair and dye it! :D

I’m quite happy with how it turned out. Feeling light and free. As my friend Brian has declared – April is liberation month! And I believe there is much more liberation to come. :)