Recently, I had two dreams back-to-back that both featured me eating gummy bears. This struck me as odd. I like gummy bears, but they’re not something I usually seek out. Being more the organic dark chocolate type, they’re not a candy that typically crosses my mind. I’ve always meant to get better at interpreting and honoring my dreams, though, so I decided to buy some gummies and eat a few each day in the hopes that the “wisdom of the gummy bears” would come through.
I’m on day ten now of devouring about three bears a day and so far, no lightning bolts. I used to think I preferred the green and orange ones, but now I’m pretty sure they all taste mostly the same. I still enjoy squishing them from top to bottom and then watching them return to shape, so there’s that. And they’re darn cute, especially piled so colorfully on top of each other, so I confess it makes me happy to look at them.
The kid in me who still believes in magic imagined this would play out like a Hollywood movie. I’d follow the message in my dreams, buy the gummy bears, and have an out-of-body experience. Or maybe one of them would start speaking to me, telling me which direction to take next. Or possibly, like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, I’d enter into some fanciful Gummy world and learn what matters most.
