Sunday, February 28, 2010

Jillian Michaels

The last several nights, I've had dreams where some of my "girl friends" were comforting me and snuggling up with me. 2 nights ago, I was hanging out with Asia's Kindgarten teacher, Mrs. Garton (whom I have a really good working relationship with). We were hanging out somewhere, outside of school, and she got some really heartbreaking news. She was really upset, and we were crying together. We were hugging and comforting each other. (She is so sweet, but typing this dream down sounds a little weird!!)
Last night, I was hanging out with Jillian Michaels (from The Biggest Loser). She was talking to me about reasons why people over eat and the roots of eating problems lie much further down. I was telling her that I'd recently lost a baby (which isn't real life true) and that it was really hard to deal with. She was so sincere and sweet. She put her arm around me and was letting me cry on her shoulder. She looked me in the eye and told me that I was going to get through this.
Some time later, she, Bob Harper (also from the Biggest Loser) and I were hanging out in a club, or at a party at someone's house. We were chit-chatting and having a really good time, but Jillian could tell that something was bothering me, so she pulled me aside to this room that was either like a big bathroom with a lounge area, or a guest bedroom of some kind. I told her that I had just heard that my parents, who've been married for 41 years, were getting a divorce (also not real life true). I started sobbing and telling her that I couldn't believe that after all this time that they would just give up. She put her arms around me in a huge hug and just let me cry. She was rubbing my arm and comforting me. It was so sweet. And SO real.
(I know it sounds weird, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Almost like I feel like I "know" her in some way. I know it's just a dream, but have you ever felt such real emotions in a dream that you wake up feeling like it was really real??)
The dream continued and I was talking to each of my parents and neither one of them even cared about what I had to say. I was begging them to give it another chance. They were like "nope. we're done." I kept saying how can that be. I was crying and screaming.
I woke up like dream cry hiccuping. I wasn't really crying, but my face and mind were imitating like I had been. (End)