I must have had lottery drawings on the brain last night.

It all started with a client yesterday who won a small amount of money in the lottery and asked if she would win more. I don’t do lottery readings or predictions, nor does Keen policy allow me to do that anyway, but the client was very understanding. I always wondered why I can feel what will happen in so many circumstances but I can’t pick the lottery numbers. What’s up with that spirit?

After the call, all I could think about was buying a lottery ticket. The Megamillions Jackpot was like $270,000,000. So, I convinced my husband to buy a couple tickets. As my family gathered to make dinner plans, we daydreamed of how we would spend the money. For our family, the dream involves a nice home of our own, cars that actually run, and a family vacation every year, a really good one. It involves paying all our bills, student loans and other debt, making sure our children are provided for as far as education and starting their own lives, and giving to the many organizations in our local community who have helped us and our children over the last 20 years. We ate our dinner with this daydream glowing over our heads.

Last night, I had the strangest dream right before waking…

I was barefoot. But, walked with my parents to the local convenience store down the road. Before I walked in, a man pumping gas told me to play the numbers 1-30 consecutively (Ok, that’s random. Did he know you only play 6 numbers?)

We walked into the store and to the counter to buy a ticket. The floor was sticky and disgusting from old slushies and other sticky drinks, which must have spilled. I, being barefoot, had to walk over the mess and felt very uncomfortable. Before I could even ask for a lottery ticket, I noticed the machine with a huge sign: “Megamillions is down. Sorry.”

You mean, I can’t buy I ticket? I don’t understand.

The man at the counter seemed very apologetic and offered me a free gift to make up for my disappointment. He was very open and generous and handed the gift to me and my parents:

2 hotdogs, wrapped in plastic.

You know, the kind of hotdogs you see in convenience stores, premade, ready to microwave, the meat discolored so you question if it is really meat.

I kept thinking, this is not what I want. I want to play. I want to win Megamillions.

And yet, this is what was offered. (Sigh)

So, my parents and I left the store with our hotdogs and disappointment.

When I woke up, the message of the dream hit me…Darn. I didn’t win. I need to accept what is offered.

I hope next time; spirit gives me shoes in the dream.