The dream continued with a trip to a warehouse store with my friend Renee, where I got shopping done and we had good conversation in the process. And then a jaunt to a store for which I had a gift card. Then a quick stop home and off again to two different grocery stores. Once home, I took on the task of putting away a month's worth of groceries and supplies and enjoyed dinner and a movie with my family.
Usually these dreams of mundane tasks frustrate me because they're my plan for the upcoming day and then I have to do them all over again , but I haven't had such an active day in years so even experiencing it through a dream was wonderful. It's strange the things you're thankful for when you live with chronic pain and chronic illness. Any dream in which I have a functioning body and minimal pain (I do experience pain in dreams) is a good one.
I sat up, willing my body and mind to wake up so I could tackle the day ahead. As I swung my legs over the side of my bed, a sharp pain bolted through my lower back and hip. That's when the thoughts, "I really overdid it yesterday" and "That wasn't a dream" collided and a huge, wonder-filled smile spread across my face. It wasn't a dream. I was my yesterday. Hard work. Sunshine. Family. And the most productive day I've had in years.
As I sit here with a heating pad on my back, I'm sure I'll be paying for it today - but not to the extreme that is the norm when I over do it, I think.
I get up, move around, my body relaxes, and I feel good. Good. And I am once again filled with wonder, as well as a mountain of gratitude.