this isn’t actually about my hope for the future or anything like that if you got that impression from the title.

instead it is about my dream that i had a couple of nights ago.

It was the best dream I’ve had in a long time. I got to hang out with gramma. We were in a huge place watching curling. That might not seem very exciting but it was because Gramma loved curling so watching it with her was always a blast. And in my dream I could even understand what was happening as we were watching (which is pretty different from real life… i dont usually know much of what is happening. I always ask grampa, “is that what he meant to do!?!”). But then after the curling ended we picked up the figure skates that were sitting on the ground beside us and put them on and laced them up. Then we headed down to the ice and started figure skating to Abba music. I can’t even skate in figure skates, and I know that you aren’t supposed to skate on curling ice, but it worked perfect and we had a blast. We laughed and danced and skated all around. I’m pretty sure by this time the huge crowd of people was gone. AND all the curling ices were attached, so we didnt just have to skate up and down one strip. It was so much fun.

And then I woke up.