last night i had a dream that i went behind the backs of the people i'm "competing" against in our stand against sugar; i ate a blueberry pop-tart & didn't confess my wrong-doing.
the terrible thing about this dream was that i didn't remember actually eating the pop-tart, & all the joy that doing so would entail. all i could remember was the guilt eating away at me afterward.*
this morning, the lingering guilt made it difficult to determine if it actually happened or was merely a dream. don't worry though. i figured out that it was just a dream.
*i guess the moral of this story is that no matter how tempting a sin might appear, the pain of its consequences & the regret that follows afterward is much more demanding upon our memory.
probably...on the very same night...i dreamed i was eating a chocolate covered cinnamon bear. weird to be wired with such angst huh? xox
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