Ask and it is given.... Dream log #1

IT'S TIME TO FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS...
I am a firm knower of the Laws of Attraction. So last night, as I sat pondering my future, I asked the universe to give me a sign, aid me in knowing I am making the best decision. I currently have a single semester left in completing my master's degree. All I have to do is complete my thesis. I have been saying that I will go on to a PhD program but could not internally commit to continuing in history. I'll be honest, when I applied for this program, my view was that I wanted to be in any field that would allow me to study what I wanted to study. History has done that somewhat, and my thesis is to serve as the culmination of that. I have considered Women's Studies and even American Studies, but I think I am ready for something more than theory. I want solid practice. I want to know that what I'm doing is worthwhile because I can measure the change caused. Teaching undergrads who take a course as a requirement is NOT where it's at.

So, I have begin to contemplate law. When I bring this up to others, no one seems to take me seriously, as if law is a plan C or D. But I cannot begin to fathom why. I have been interested in law since high school. I LOVE legalese and interpreting contracts. I had a brief stint as a real estate agent before returning to school and was obsessed with contract law. Two summers ago, a lawyer girlfriend of mine had me do some contract work for her with EEOC cases. I ate it up but didn't pursue it because I was about to start my M.A. program.


Yesterday evening I decided, firmly, that I will apply to law school. I went to the LSAC website, got a waiver and signed up for the LSAT test immediately. I told my dad, my mom and my husband. I'm being realistic with myself. I want to be a corporate lawyer and or politician. I will have to work my ass off, seriously work, to be the top of my class my first year. Bottom line, I want to make money and not the kind of money that is more than most but still causes me to say I'm poor like my professors. I want to give my child all that he needs and then some and for lack to be a thing of my past. I grew up poor and now am ready to grow old wealthy.


I sat and stared at my computer screen asking myself, how do I know this is the right move? 


My mother told me to make a decision and follow it through and I want to do just that.  I sat and stared and wonder and asked for something, anything, to let me know this is the path of least resistance. I slept and dreamed. I was sitting at an outdoor picnic table in a schoolyard with a friend/ former student of mine. In front of us was a rather larger bundles of oversized balloons floating about thirty feet off the ground. Rather than strings, they had ribbons about six inches wide dangling from each of them and blocking the sidewalk.  Two thoughts came into my head. The first was that I no longer had use of them and would be okay if I let them fly off. The second was to tie the ribbons in a way so that they did not block the sidewalk, and thus the flow of traffic. I tied up the loose ends and released them believing the balloons would continue to float at thirty feet above the ground. Instead they went straight up to the very cloudy, very grey sky. There was a single break in the clouds, a round hole wide enough for the large bouquet of balloons to go through and they went straight to it, up and away. Through the hole, I could see a craft somewhat hidden by other clouds. I first thought I was a UFO, because I am obsessed with them in my waking life, but then I had a clear vision that it was in fact a private jet. A large personal airplane. Then I went on to another dream.


I recognize a sign when I see it and this one was screaming to me. The balloons reflected an obstacle that I have to over come. I HAVE to make a decision about my future.The fact that they were literally looming over me signifies that I have to do something. The ribbons, though aesthetic pleasing were blocking the sidewalk, the path of least resistance. One of my major attachments to becoming a PhD professor is vanity. I want to be called "doctor." At least I can admit it. It is a status symbol and it is blocking me. The fact that they were floating there represents that I was taking no action. It was not until I acted, tied up my loose ends (finish my degree), that not only the path became clear but the balloons floated away. They left. Up through the cloudy sky, a symbol that represents thinking. My thinking has been clouded. I have been unsure of what to do with my future for some time now. The balloons left through the single clearing in the sky to reveal that past the clouds was an airplane. Airplanes represent that one will overcome their obstacles and rise to a new level of prominence and status. A higher consciousness. The choice I am making is going to take me further than extending my tenure in the realm of history.
I asked for a sign, I was given a sign and now I will take action.