An Abundant, Dreamy Life

allymmmounga
Apr 16, 2021
3 min read

A few months back, I was meant to write a story with sentences starting with A-Z. It became a hopeful little tale, something of a manifestation story, the kind of thing to read and think, "Hmm, let that be me someday." So, as you read this, if you want it, let it be about you.

All morning, she felt like something big was coming. Because the air was different, maybe, charged--filled with negative ions as if it were going to rain.

Could it have been a divine day, one that would become a holiday after a few years? December 12, 2006: the day that changed modern medicine forever; the day that she ran out of cereal and went to the store, where she fell in love with her future husband--or was that feeling a warning, a bad omen that tried to tell her that something bad was coming--the day that she got into a catastrophic car crash; the day that American Idol got canceled--or was she making a big deal out of nothing--the day that nothing special happened and she made cinnamon tea, took her paints to Joe’s Coffee, then drove to the steakhouse, and made decent tips?

“Everything looks the same,” she thought as she squeezed honey into her tea, squuuirt.

Finishing the last sip and watching the stoplight obediently shifting from green, to yellow, to red, and the Saturns and Civics rolling softly to the crosswalk and waiting happily for the return of the glow of their favorite color, she was changing. How the laws of nature followed her lead was magic. “I’m ready for more,” she thought, and they gave her more.

Jars of more found their way to cargo ships from far off lands and headed her way. Kindling gathered itself to fuel the fires that she asked for. Love, though, not asked for. More creative opportunities, business opportunities, or maybe some deep inner healing were what she had in mind. Not that she didn’t want love. Only the wildest of people never want to fall in love, she thought. Puzzlingly enough, all of those things that she’d consciously and subconsciously wanted came to her within the year.

Quite stunning it was, how when she asked and believed that it was possible for her to receive just about anything, it came to her with ease and haste. Right away, a spectacular position in an elite fashion magazine was offered to her--miraculous. Soon after, a boy with chocolate colored hair and golden eyes appeared to her in a dream, and the next day, she met him in a flower shop. Tons of unexplainable and wonderful happenstances were drawn to her like moths to a flame. Upward of five hundred irises appeared on her doorstep after she fell in love with that chocolate chip pancake colored boy. Violets, daisies, lily of the valley flowers, and he all gave themselves to her. Weather clouds graced her with rain when she dedicated days to book reading in armchairs and parted when she went out for walks. Xerox machines in the printing room at the magazine office that refused to work for anyone treated her kindly. Yells and laughter would burst from the mouths of her coworkers every single time, and none of them could quite understand why the Earth treated her like a goddess of its own nature. Zeus’s own children hadn’t been tended to so gladly, but this girl had some kind of connection with the laws of life, and they poured out to her abundantly, blissfully, gladly.

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To keep with the dream life story, I pulled photos from my dream board.

Dream Job