I've been remembering more of my dreams lately. Do you remember your dreams? Don't tell me you don't dream. Because that's a lie, as I found out in Psychology. We all dream, we just don't all remember. You know why? Well, I do. There are 4 stages of sleep ranging from REM (lightest stage of sleep) to deep sleep (the . . . deepest stage of sleep). The 4 stages happen in cycles which happen in 20-90 min. segments. You dream in REM sleep, so if you wake up during REM sleep . . . you remember your dreams! Now you see, all that money for college really pays off sometimes, because I learned! It's pretty cool how that works... but I'm not here to talk about how much I'm spending to fill my head with knowledge. I want to tell you about my dreams. Well, one of them.
The one I had last night was slightly disturbing and very confusing. But the one two nights ago, now that one was a doozy. I dreamed that I won $10 million. TEN MILLION DOLLARS. I won't tell you how I won it. Ok, fine. Someone gave me a lottery ticket. Which -in real life- I would NEVER consider doing anything with. But I'm not responsibility for my dream ethics. So I get this random lottery ticket as a gift, I take it in, something something in dream world and BAM! I have $10 million dollars to spend as I will. First thing I did was pay my school bill because I love learning. Well, after I bought a stuffed animal. I was in a toy store, ok? I don't know how I got there either. Just another reason why dreams are weird. But then as soon as I bought my little floppy dog stuffed animal, I did go and pay my school bill. And then I bought an iPad. Because it was on my list of things I would buy if I ever won $10 million. It really was a wonderful dream, but I had to wake up eventually. That was a disappointing reality. I believe my wallet is holding $1 right now. $1. Not even $10.
But as I got ready and walked to class, I kept thinking about that dream. I wondered, what would I really do with 10 million? I know I would tithe $1 million. That would be an awesome way to help my church. Would I invest it? Probably. Would I try to be responsible with it, or would I take the most ginormous shopping trip ever all around the world? Would I really buy an iPad? I don't know. Would I still work?
Ah. There's a good question. Would I still work? Would I still go to school, even though I'm basically set up financially for the rest of my life? The answer is . . . yes. I love work. I love a job well done and the challenges and joys that come with being with people. I love school too. I might even get two or three degrees since I don't have to worry about money. That'd be awesome.And so, as I walked to class and mulled over the thought of $10 million, I decided that my reality was just fine. I have school, where I learn cool facts about dreams. I have work, where I get to learn all sorts of fascinating things (and occasionally make someone cry. Not that that is good. Because it's not. But it happened at work). I have wonderful friends, who I made even though I don't have any money. They're great. I have family. I have a church. I have Christ in my heart. 10 million dollars? That's nothing compared to what I've got.
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2 things: If "ginormous" is a conglomeration of "gigantic" and "enormous," is there a better way to spell it so your readers know those are the words being combined? I can understand it 'cause I hear you saying it--others may not know you so well. . .Secondly, if you ever do get a lump sum of $$$, stay out of Barnes & Noble :)