Clear words, resonating in my ears and my mind as I stumbled out of bed after a long night of vivid, yet disjointed dreams.
I made my way to the computer and wrote them down while still in the haze of sleep. I tried to piece together the scenes and stories that led up to the declaration, but could only grasp bits and pieces without the vivid clarity they had during the night.
I went in search of some caffeine, and sat down to skim through my bloglines. By then, I had already forgotten the phrase, so I was thankful to have written it down.
What were those dreams? A wedding called off at the last minute, a beautiful motel destroyed by fire, a commercial real estate deal that bombed at closing.
The wedding prep was beautiful, gorgeous cakes, sparkly people, beautiful bride. The motel was amazing, luxurious, a jewel in the community. The real estate deal would have been profitable.
Our plans, our kingdoms…
What about my plans, my kingdom?
Go ahead God, mess it up.