A snippet of a dream

Last night as I was going to bed, I held my hands over my stomach and asked myself "what would you like me to know?" 

 I've mentioned briefly in my blog posts that I've been having some strange stomach/digestive things occur over the last few weeks, and I'm trying to work out if it's more emotional/spiritual, or if it's something that I'll need to go to the doctor for. I wanted to ask my belly, and my spirit if there was something I wasn't paying attention to. 

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 I forgot to turn my alarm off before going to bed last night, so this morning it drew me out of a dream. As I rolled over again from turning it off, I felt myself holding onto the last threads of whatever adventure I had been on.All I remember is that I had written a poem, and created an art journal page for it. As my dream faded from consciousness, I remember reading it over once more in my head, knowing that it was fading and I would forget the words that I had created.

I was insistent on remembering the last part, so I repeated it over and over to myself as I fell back asleep... 

"How you cultivate your life is to cultivate how you’ll be remembered when you’re gone."

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it's the last line that really has me wondering if this was a deeper meaning, an answer to the question I asked myself last night, or just a fading dream.