Elanor will often wake up bright-eyed in the morning and cuddle onto my lap and tell me her dreams. (Aren't I lucky?!)
Except the thing is, her dreams often sound like this: "I had a dream that we go for a walk to the park and have a picnic," or "I had a dream that we went to the library and picked out two movies," or "My dream was about going to [insert friend or relative]'s house and making cookies." Inevitably, these visions have a way of coming true.
I wish my dreams could predict the future.
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