I was standing in a meadow and I was surrounded by trees. The trees were talking, but not really. They were like the ents on Two Towers. Then all of a sudden a lion, a HUGE lion jumps out from the trees. I'm scared, but not that scared. He started to speak to me. "Daughter of Eve, Do not fear me." I'd heard the phrase "Daughter of Eve" before, but I didn't know where until I looked at his right eye where a faint shadow of a cross appeared. "I do not fear you, Aslan, not with terror, but I do fear you with respect." I looked at him and I saw a tear grow in his eye. "Daughter look around you. The grass, the trees, the sky... My Father made them. He called you into this land." I looked around and all of them were so beautiful and the colors were more vivid than Texan meadows on a spring day. Then he tells me to close my eyes, and I do. Everything from the past two years whizzed by me, from September 11, to our big move to my first kiss. More than I cared to remember ran through my mind's eye. Then images of the future came through. I was terrified. What if the future didn't involve Mike? I wanted it to sooo badly to involve him. I saw my wedding. I saw Sarah by my side and Sandy's daughter as the flower girl and her son as the ringbearer. I didn't notice who my husband would be because I was too busy seeing who besides us would be there. I saw Matt so I assumed that it was Mike I'd marry. I looked at all the details and the wedding was full of muted colors, like muaves and plums. My bouquet was made up of white roses. And I opened my eyes to look at the lion, but, he wasn't there. Neither were the trees. I was back in my room with light flooding in. The ending of the dream was dissappointing but it filled me with hope. I knew just a glimpse of what would happen to me, and that glimpse was enough to satisfy my thirst. For now at least. And since it didn't rule Mike out of the future, I was filled with joy. I would be heartbroken if I ever broke up with him again. I'd miss him, but I'd still love him. Do you ever stop loving someone of your past? Do you ever stop loving period?

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