Last night, I dreamed myself in a wedding dress, so white, so pristine, so beautiful. I saw myself in the mirror, my face, my shape, my shining skin, I was gorgeous, magnificent, so calm and happy, polishing my hair, combing my hair. I did not have a specific coiffure, just a kind of loose hair a half ponytale, something like that. It seems to me, like returning to 27 years old, something like that, I wasn’t 30. Or was I? I don’t think so.  It was like returning to that precise time of my life and it felt so real. I do not know what it means to dream yourself as a bride. I do know that I relate that with a very peaceful state of mind, a real happiness. I wore brilliant red earings, and I was deciding if I should choose different pair of red . Both of them were so simple but elegant. I felt so calm and happy in my dream and when I woke up, I knew this was a good sign in my life.