When I was younger and had bad dreams, I used to try to envision a jukebox full of all of my good dreams and memories.
In my mind I’d run the jukebox arm across the records (yes, they were records at that point!) looking for that perfect dream to “play” instead of the bad one I’d woken up to. They’d all pop up one at a time and show me a snippet of something I might be interested in. When I found the right one, I’d just relax into it.
I honestly don’t remember if someone put this image into my mind to help me out at night…it’s hard for me to imagine that I came up with it by myself!
So, how the heck do I pass that along to my kids? Do they even have jukeboxes anymore??
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