I had a great dream last night. Must have been the monster storm rolling through California that lulled my logical mind into deep slumber.
In my dream, I got my Golden Heart Contest score sheets back. I don’t know a lick about the judging process, or how I’ll receive my scores. But in my dream the sheets came by mail in the form of about 20 small papers with random pencil scratchings. Yeah, I guess in my sleep I teleport back to the 1950’s.
Anyway, I flip through the sheets and see my manuscript received a solid 50 across the board with all judges. I didn’t win the contest, but I definitely finaled. I was ecstatic. So ecstatic in fact that I just kept flipping through the scoresheets over and over again to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me.
When I woke up, I was a little disappointed that my hands were clutching the pillows instead of small scraps of paper with an awesome score of 50 printed on all of them.
And I have to wait until March 31st for my scores? Bummer. Looks like this is the first of many anxiety dreams.