My enemy

Once upon a time I had an enemy.  It’s hard to believe when enemies appear in our lives, isn’t it?  I mean, congenitally don’t-rock-the-boat smiling people shouldn’t have enemies, right?

However, in this fairy tale called life we sometimes meet an enemy, such as the evil witch in Hansel and Gretel, or the evil stepmother in Cinderella, or perhaps even Attila the Hun (although I know nothing about Attila the Hun, it just popped out of these typing fairy tale fingers.)

Back to the story, which is 100% true, except for minor fabrications, such as the name of our Villain.

In real life he has a nickname which is completely absurd, so I shall call him Goosey.  (Ha ha, private joke, wish I could tell you his real name but I am congenitally nice and that would simply be mean because he’s no longer my enemy, but we are getting ahead of the story.)

Goosey hated me.  I am a two-bit rural politician serving as township treasurer for this teeny-weeny township in the middle of the woods.  I collect taxes.  Try to make informed political decisions.  Have never yet made a full-fledged enemy of an ordinary taxpayer because I don’t care if people pay their taxes or not.  (You know why not?  Because if they don’t pay, they have to deal with the county treasurer.  It is her duty to deal with delinquent taxes.  I will commiserate with anyone about our crazy society where we have to pay taxes, and our crazy economy where folks can’t afford ’em, but that’s another story for another day when we’re not pondering enemies.)

Back to My Enemy.  Goosey would come to the meetings just to find weak spots in our board policies and mannerisms.  He was one of those citizens who keep politicians on the ball.  You daren’t decide to let the sexton keep the township shovel in his truck because Goosey would write a Letter to the Editor.  He’s that sort.  We politicians need to be kept in line, you know.

Goosey really didn’t like me.  (I don’t know why!  I smiled at him while secretly plotting his early demise.)

One day Goosey decided that I, as a township treasurer, should collect taxes at the Town Hall.  Let’s back up and explain that we rural politicians with 450 constituents work out of our homes.  We have desks and file cabinets and computers in our house.  People come and knock on the doors and pay taxes, sometimes sitting at the kitchen table to talk for a spell.

When I tried going to the Town Hall years ago (before Once upon a time, that’s how long ago it was) I would sit and sit and yawn and sit and walk to the window and sit and yawn and despair the lack of company.  It was painful to collect taxes at the hall. Much better to have 20 taxpayers a year stop by the house to exchange the goods.  (You give me a check, I give you a receipt, then I go back to canning tomatoes.)

Goosey decided that the Evil Tax Collector was simply wrong (even though Tax Collector consulted her trusty governmental Bible which spelled out legalities) and–are you ready for this, gentle reader?–WROTE A LETTER TO MICHIGAN’S ATTORNEY GENERAL ABOUT ME!

OK, OK, your heart can cease palpitating now.

It’s all right.  The Attorney General ruled in favor of the Township Treasurer.  I could continue to collect taxes in my home.

Phew.

Goosey also sent a misspelled letter (unsigned) with the printed words:  “Learn to Bookkeap.”  (OK, OK, I can’t guarantee it was Goosey.  But I’m sure I didn’t have TWO enemies!)

Let’s return to the fairy tale.  You want to learn how this ended, right?  All good fairy tales have happy endings, don’t they?  I won’t leave you crying, I promise, although you may not believe this ending.

Soon after the Attorney General debacle I had a dream.

In the dream, I was eating supper at Goosey’s house!!  (No, don’t gasp, it is true.)

In the dream, I suddenly saw that Goosey was not a 100% evil guy.  We were friends as we ate dinner together!  We smiled, we laughed, we enjoyed one another’s company.

In the dream, my heart melted in love for Goosey.

I woke up and mumbled to Barry, “We just ate dinner at Goosey’s house and it was great!”

Barry raised his long-suffering eyebrow.

Here’s where the fairy tale gets even better!

The next day is our township meeting.  There is Goosey in the audience.  Our eyes meet.  He smiles.  I smile.

We are NO LONGER ENEMIES!!

Ever since that fateful dream we are now very friendly to one another.  Mostly friendly to one another.

It is true.

Dreams can change your lives.  (So can fairy tales.)

My friend, Joanne, has heard this story eight times in the past many years.  I cannot tell her again, as she has taken to rolling her long-suffering eyes.

Because I can’t repeat this story to Joanne or Barry ever again, I will tell you.

And we all lived happily ever after.   🙂

Post script!  Post script!  Please do not assume I have only had one enemy in 28 years of politicking.  Alas.  A handful more appeared.  However, none of them made such good fairy tales.

About Kathy

I live in the middle of the woods in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Next to Lake Superior's cold shores. I love to blog.
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100 Responses to My enemy

  1. “Back to the story, which is 100% true, except for minor fabrications…”

    Oh, I love it!

    • Reggie says:

      So do I – that is just a typical Kathy-ism, isn’t it?! Still giggling…

      And most relieved that you and Goosey are no longer enemies. Yay for happy endings!

    • Kathy says:

      Laurie, I was wondering what you thought about the dream part. As for the minor fabrications, I think the only part that wasn’t true was his name. I think the dream part was 100% true, but others may not agree…

  2. This is lovely. It also makes me ponder the whole premise of fairy tales. Do we create enemies because we need them to teach us lessons or do enemies create themselves?

    • Kathy says:

      Lisa, I find this fascinating as well. I think–perhaps–just an idea–the Universe creates enemies to show us sides of ourselves we can’t always see clearly. Life is a mirror and every fairy tale shows us something new. Thank you for reading and enjoying.

  3. Elisa's Spot says:

    I shall abstain from plotting in my sleep. I shall abstain from plotting in my sleep. (how?) 😀

    • Kathy says:

      Don’t ask me, Elisa! I didn’t ASK for this dream. I was totally shocked that it appeared–and that it changed something so thoroughly in physical reality.

  4. Joanne says:

    Well I’m a Joanne, and I sat and read every word of your 100% true story except for the parts that were fabricated, ENTHRALLED! I promise I did not roll my eyes, nor raise my eyebrow, not once! And it just goes to show, all fairytales do have a happy ending! But I’ve got to ask, was the ending fabricated…. 😉

    • Kathy says:

      Joanne, the ONLY part that was fabricated (except for any lapses of memory) was Goosies name. And my friend Joanne really does roll her eyes at me! It’s not you and it’s not my mom Joanne, but another Joanne who knows Mr. Goosey well. The ending was 100% true, so help me Universe.

      • Joanne says:

        Well that is amazing! Just had to check, ‘coz I know you have been known to embellish stories slightly at times! ***BIG smile!*** You have got me wondering about his real name too! Obviously you can’t say here, but I thought how funny it would be if his name was Mr. Down! (Goose down…okay…well, it amused me!) Your story really shows how a shift in how we see things can change everything. 🙂

  5. phx says:

    Someone told me the best way to defeat your enemy is to make hir your friend. I do believe that’s true.

    • Kathy says:

      Sometimes it is very hard to make our enemy our friend. I think, somehow, some way, divine providence helped me along. Thanks phx for pausing to comment.

  6. As a reporter I am sure I have made enemies but they are afraid to come out of the woodwork in case I then write more about them – what they do not know is I just report the news ma’am, I don’t make it up and I don’t put a spin on it — if you don’t want to see it in the paper then don’t say it–I am so fair that it hurts sometimes–sometimes I want to be controversial or take a side, but I know I can’t.
    so you are in municipal politics and I cover it — interesting — I find municipal politics fasinating – though my town has over 21,000 constituents

    • Kathy says:

      Ha ha, LouAnn, I’ll bet they ARE afraid of you! Yep I’m in tiny township municipal politics (for 28 years) and my hubby is the local newspaper guy. I’m not sure I like politics, but it’s been an interesting way to earn a living for all these years. I do like collecting taxes and book work. Go figure. By the way–21,000 constituents sounds huge!

      • you like bookwork! I am doing bookwork for my husband’s company and I was just about crying a few minutes ago cause I could not find $15.00 in the year end numbers which meant I had to do a lot of work to find it–cause I was an english major for goodness sakes with a grade 10 education in math. seriously–would you want me doing your books? anyway I found it and now I have to do it all over again for another year end (yeah, yeah, I might be a little behind here).
        Kingsville was a small town of about 6500 but when amalgamation came into effect in 1999 we grew to take in a township and two more villages

  7. Oh, this was great! it reminds me of the time that I was the most despised person at Beaver Island School. Also hard to believe, right? I overcame it – with the help of a good book – by practicing “unconditional love”. Which means that when a student does something hateful, you see them as if they were a tiny baby who had just soiled a diaper, of the cutest puppy who just shredded something…of course you still love the baby, or the puppy. Nothing else changed, except in my mind. Yet it changed them! I think, because your dream allowed you to look at Goosey with new eyes, that alone changed everything. Terrific story! Thanks!

    • Kathy says:

      Cindy, I swear I wanted to cry after reading your second sentence. But reading how you changed your name and changed the scenario–I want to laud you the hero of the Beaver Island School and maybe even the blogosphere! Way to go! We must all keep on reminding each other of this possibility. The way we can look at situations differently. You are my hero at this moment.

      • Oh, I maybe made it sound worse than it was. Administration liked me; they hired me. The teachers loved me, as it made their jobs easier. I was hired in order to maintain order when a few (3) problem kids were making learning impossible. The only other alternative would have been boarding school, at least for the one major instigator. Instead, the school sent me to be trained in the Boy’s Town method of discipline, and put me in the classroom, in the lunch room and on the playground. Though it is a totally peaceful and kind method of discipline, with a dozen simple rules, we put it in place without singling out the problem children. The entire class was expected to follow the rules (things like, raise your hand and wait to be called on before you speak, make eye contact, say thank you, etc). Until I started, no one realized how much the “good” kids spoke out without being called on. They HATED being corrected. At least the “problem” kids were used to it. They all hated me. Temporarily. We all got through it. Thanks for your good thoughts!

        • Kathy says:

          Oh, phew! I was picturing that you were a little girl of maybe 12 or 15 and the whole school hated you. I couldn’t imagine such humiliation–and was admiring your ability to handle things at such a young age. **grin** Don’t you love how we make up stories when we haven’t a clue?

  8. Yes, this fairy tale comes with much truth attached to it (as fairy tales do). We want to demonize our enemies, but in the end, they may be much like us. Dreams show us the way sometimes, when our own minds stop us. Good for you!

    • Kathy says:

      Yep, roughwighting, I think it’s true. Or demons may just be much like us; perhaps parts of ourselves we’ve disowned. I love that dreams sometimes have this power! Thank you for pausing here to read this fairy tale.

  9. lisaspiral says:

    Most people really do act from that place that they perceive is good. When that makes us look bad it’s easy to assume hurtful intent. Delightful story and a true fable of our times.

    • Kathy says:

      I still think he had hurtful intent!! Oh way a minute, Lisa, that sounds like I haven’t 100% forgiven him, doesn’t it? **grin** It was weird, in the dream, once I saw the loving part of him, it felt like any hurtful intent was really much more benign. Glad you enjoyed this. I had a blast writing it this morning.

  10. Colleen says:

    Oh, this is a wonderful story Kathy. Have had very similar experiences in dreams. Humbled and in awe, seeing the humanity and beauty of someone who has caused us to feel otherwise about them…..

    Wondering if you are an elected official or are you appointed? Not that this has anything to do with anything but the thought just occurred….. and since it is part of the tale and my understanding of municiple politics is woefully limited 🙂

    • Kathy says:

      Hello, Colleen! I am a 100% bonafide elected official. They actually have re-elected me at least seven times, and we’re going on eight in November. Hoping to eventually retire from this job…err…never mind….retirement is not the right word. Hoping to stop running for office sometime. Glad you’ve had similar experiences in dreams, too.

      • Colleen says:

        Your constituents? are obviously excellent judges of character. And I, for one, am very happy to know an elected official like you! And wish for many more like you 🙂

        Appreciating what you said in one of your responses, about grace, and dreams like this……

  11. debyemm says:

    You admitted, Kathy, to – “Goosey really didn’t like me. (I don’t know why! I smiled at him while secretly plotting his early demise.)”

    We have a “newcomer” in our valley, who has turned it into a war zone. Fortunately, somehow, we have not yet been added to his actual, actively pursued to make life a living hell “enemies list”; but we are on the “suspicious persons” list because we refuse to take sides but if we trend in any direction, it is towards those who have been committed to living here the longest and do seem to be those whose descendants will too. Like you, I hate to admit it but I’ve “hoped” for that early demise due to natural or accidental causes. How can I not ? We had peace before this “troublemaker” showed up.

    Like your Goosy, this one is relentless. Ours sometimes steps over the line and either makes sure not to be seen (like under the cover of darkness, so though we may suspect his involvement it can’t be proven) or he manages to stay so strictly on the lawful side nothing can be “done” about it, even if he is not on the ethical side of most people’s morals.

    I LOVED hearing about your dream – “In the dream, I was eating supper at Goosey’s house!! (No, don’t gasp, it is true.) In the dream, I suddenly saw that Goosey was not a 100% evil guy. We were friends as we ate dinner together! We smiled, we laughed, we enjoyed one another’s company. In the dream, my heart melted in love for Goosey.”

    One time our “troublemaker” came to me so upset, he was literally shaking physically, and I was afraid he would have a heart attack right there on our sidewalk. I gave him a hug. Many months, or maybe even years (this situation has been going on since 2008 for goodness sakes), he told me how amazing that hug was for him. So amazing that it has stayed with him. I replied simply that I love generously.

    I wish the “old time” neighbors, whose ancestors settled this valley back in the 1800s, could have a dream like you did. Then, maybe the “troublemaker” would end his “war”. My husband keeps trying, every so often, to craft a win-win “peace” diplomatically. So far, he hasn’t succeeded but I shant give up hope that one day, peace will be real here again !!

    Thanks for your story this morn.

    Fondly,
    Deb

    • Kathy says:

      You do love generously, Deb. How wonderful that you were able to give him that hug from your heart–and that he was able to receive it. Wondering what it truly takes for enemies to become friends. Perhaps some added grace from “beyond” in the form of dream or Universal gift. I am glad you enjoyed this story. The Universe insisted upon its telling this morning. I didn’t know until five minutes before that this would be today’s sharing. So nice to see YOU today as well. Love, Kathy

  12. Caroll says:

    There is that evil, stubborn part of me that makes me want to be so nice to you that you just cannot stand it once I detect that you don’t like me. I will simply kill you with kindness. And if that doesn’t work, I will simply ignore you.

    • Kathy says:

      Carol, that killing with kindness thingee–yep, I’ve done it, too. But I try not to ignore a person until she/he ignores me first. Someday, when I’m 100% grown up, I want to love no matter what.

  13. lucindalines says:

    Neat story. I have recently decided that the “Goosy” in my life that makes me nearly crazy has no power over me, and guess what? It has been working for now. I love this new attitude.

    • Kathy says:

      Excellent, Lucinda! However we learn to transform our negative relationships with these Goosy types, the more power to us! I love that you’ve been able to do this, too.

  14. Lori DiNardi says:

    Hey, so I’m confused. Why did he suddenly smile at you? Did something different happen? What changed Goosey’s attitude? Or, is that a mystery still yet to be solved? 😉

    • Kathy says:

      OK, you’re winking–wondering if you really didn’t get it or if you did. He smiled at me because his deepest spirit must have recognized that we were in a dream together the night before. His deepest spirit must have recognized the love I felt for him in that dream. And so he smiled. And I smiled. And we lived happily ever after.

  15. Susan D. says:

    Oh, this is a delicious “fairy” tale, Kathy. I laughed and stayed spellbound until the end! Such delight! I, too, have had those “dreams” which altered my feelings toward my enemies (real, or imagined) and the result changed our relationships for the good (or at least, the civil). Ohhh, having sweet shivers. Thank you for this gem today!

    • Kathy says:

      Susan D, I am glad you were delighted! I am glad you have had dreams like this, too! I am glad that our relationships can be changed by grace. So glad this was a gem for you today. So glad that you are my friend.

  16. Val says:

    The thing that I’m wondering is whether Goosey actually had a similar dream. What do you reckon? Stranger things have happened.

  17. Val says:

    I meant to ask you – have you read Clarissa Pinkola Estes’ book Women Who Run With The Wolves? If not, I think you’d get a lot out of it, it has a lot of dream stuff in it. (If I’ve already mentioned it – blame it on a sieve-like brain).

  18. Wonderful I love it. Tell more stories p,ease!

  19. sybil says:

    One evening I was gardening out front back in my old house in Ontario, when TWO, count ’em TWO, police cars quietly pulled up. An officer asked: “Are you the person who has the dispute with her neighbour?” “Nope”, I replied.

    They went into the house next door, and when they came back out, I learned that it was ME ! Apparently my neighbour had called them to report I’d put nails in her driveway and shouted at her (grown) son as he peddled down the street.

    NO, I had NOT put nails in her driveway. And what had I shouted to her son ? “Hello, how’s it going ?”

    No matter how much I smile and tried to engage her, she hated me. We’d never even had a conversation and she hated me. If I went out in my yard, she went IN her house.

    Must confess — I do NOT miss her.

    • Kathy says:

      Sybil NO! This could not have happened to funny wonderful amazing YOU! Tell us it’s not so! (You quit putting nails on her driveway in your dreams, do you hear me? You quit shouting to her son in your dreams!) **chuckling** I wouldn’t miss her either.

  20. Stacy Lyn says:

    Very inspirational that you persevered. I am ashamed to say that I am more likely to “scratch them off my list” as my mother says. ❤

    • Kathy says:

      Stacy Lyn, will you teach me how to “scratch them off your list”? I don’t seem to know how to do it. I am always trying to integrate people, because I think they’re part of our conscious or unconscious self. Sigh…maybe it’s not true. Maybe one should just scratch.

      • Stacy Lyn says:

        I would tell you I’d teach you, but I think it’s just part of my nature. It just happens. I would ask you to teach me how to integrate people. I have scratched far too many people off my list, and sometimes I have to ask myself if I’m the problem. ❤

        • Kathy says:

          It probably should be a balance, don’t you think? Scratch sometimes and integrate sometimes…

          • Stacy Lyn says:

            Yes!! (Teach me how to integrate!) ❤

            • Kathy says:

              For me integration means finding the internal part inside that has been sparked by the irritation. And then releasing/forgiving/breathing/allowing. I think there are dozens of spiritual practices teaching us what thoughts create disharmony–and seeing where so many of our judgments and assessments and feelings aren’t really “true”. Learning to integrate has been one of my main spiritual practices, sometimes works, sometimes doesn’t…

  21. Heather says:

    I love this story 🙂 Does Goosey know why you are no longer enemies? I am often intrigued and amused at the ways in which dreams impact our “real” lives. I have apologized to Poor Tony a few times for us not being all right because he was a real jerk in my dream! It’s always funny how un-like him his dream behavior is to his real self – I think it’s my way of telling myself to be grateful for what I’ve got!
    Thanks for sharing your fairy tale. Your congenitally nice self amused my occasionally-people-pleasing self!

    • Kathy says:

      Goosey does not know, Heather. I am not sure we are FRIENDS. We are simply not enemies any more. Poor Tony indeed! Hey, Heather, guess what I did once in a dream? I yelled at the sweetest girl in the world–she’s about your age, maybe a tad older, a girl I totally love. Totally screamed in mean rage at her. Had to go apologize in real life. She’s a congenitally nice self, too, so between the two of us we were probably repressed some rage. 🙂

  22. John Kuttenberg says:

    Eight out of ten crazies in Baraga County are really lovable crazies. One out of the remaining two are just confused. Then there is that last one … OMG … “Katy bar the door!”

    • Kathy says:

      This guy…well, if you meet anyone in this county where you feel the need to bar the door…I’m not saying…it’s just that other people have said…OK, will shut up now. You’re happy about local politicians, aren’t you?

      • John Kuttenberg says:

        I am elated about local politicians. BTW, I got my acre. The only unfortunate thing it is in Spurr, not Arvon. I would have loved coming to your kitchen door to pay my taxes. I’ll have to tell you the story of the land auction some time.

        • Kathy says:

          NO, you got your acre already? And it’s not in Arvon? Well, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it anyway. Yes, save your land auction story. I’m sure it’s a good fairy tale, too.

  23. Kathy says:

    So happy Deb prompted us here with a link. Out of all the places we have met I love wordpress the best and have now bookmarked it to make certain I show up. Love your Kathyisms and your line “Dreams can change your lives. (So can fairy tales.)” Cool blog and encouraging to dream of someone and find the good. Hugs!!

    • Kathy says:

      Oh Kathy you are a dear! I think I’m more my self here than in other places, don’t know why. You are a person who DOES understand that dreams can change our lives. May we all continue to search for that which connects us. Love, hugs, delight!

  24. Kerry Dwyer says:

    I can never understand when people don’t like me. I try so hard to please everyone so it is always a surprise. Disagreement I can understand but not hostility. It gives me sleepless nights of total mis comprehension.

    • Kathy says:

      Darn it, Kerry, everyone should like you. I read somewhere that someone–Byron Katie maybe–said that she smiles when she meets someone who thinks they don’t like her. She knows they like her–they LOVE her–but they haven’t realized it yet. That’s where I’m aiming. Let’s aim together!

      • Kerry Dwyer says:

        Yes – absolutely I will join you. My husband says you should be even more polite and say Bonjour to those who don’t like yo with a wide smile. It will either make them like you or really annoy them and either is worth the effort.

  25. Susan says:

    Hi Kathy,
    Wonderful story! I knew it would have a great ending – a positive one! That’s just who you are!
    Hugs
    SuZen

    • Kathy says:

      Hi SuZen, I am glad you liked this. I am smiling. I like positive endings too. Fie on negative endings! May they be banished from the fairy tales of our lives.

  26. Could I borrow your dream catcher?

  27. You tell the best stories! I’m glad it had a happy ending. 🙂

    I am aware of the trials of Tax Men and Women. My brother is a Tax Assessor and has had many run-ins with folks who disagree with his calculations. I know it’s not the same thing as accepting the taxes, but he is the one who tells people how much their taxes will be, which I think is a tougher job than actually collecting the money!

    Glad the Attorney General decided it made more sense for you to do your job at home. 🙂

    • Kathy says:

      I am glad you like these stories, my friend. Oh–your brother–Tax Assessor!–poor fellow. They have it much harder than we tax collectors. Much, much tougher. Please offer him my condolences. (And the Attorney General was my friend–at least in this story.)

  28. Lovely story 🙂 did you ask your Goosey if he had a dream too ? Sometimes we think we have ennemies but a few words out of context or just a smile – like your sweet one – make miracles ! Glad it happened for you, Kathy.

    • Kathy says:

      Isa, I did not ask Goosey. We are no longer enemies, but it doesn’t feel like we’ve progressed to “friends”. He does not seem like a person that would respect the power of dreams on a conscious level, though you never know. Stranger thing have happened! Thank you for pausing here.

  29. sonali says:

    Such a cute tale. I found it very nice and lovely. You are so open to end the enmity between you and any other. You know, when a friend turns into an enemy I cry. I cry like a baby. I want the whole world to be friends with me and when soneone gives me the hatred glare, I get hurt! I am so emotionally weak. 😦

    And once again the dreams come to my rescue to. I dream of travelling with them to beautiful places, having wine together, shopping together, laughing and sharing. What if there were no dreams?

    Thank you for sharing your experience Kathy! You are so kind hear ted 😀

    • Kathy says:

      Sonali, you, my dear, are equally kind-hearted! Maybe we’re emotionally weak, but maybe it’s because our desire for kinship is so strong. It does become part of our life’s journey, learning to deal with those who do not seem to like us. Sometimes, perhaps, it’s our own fault, but many times it is because we mirror something to others that they are not comfortable with. Who knows? I do like your dreams of being with those people…may they some day come true, or may we learn to bless those people and release them from any expectations. Perhaps the Universe provides others to replace those who turn away?

  30. dearrosie says:

    I’m sure you must feel so much better not to be “baddies” (for want of a better term) with old goosey. Sitting in meetings now you aren’t getting a stomach ache if he shows up. The power of dream-time. Do you keep a journal of your dreams? Seems like you get good messages.

    • Kathy says:

      I am so glad not to be a “baddy”, Rosie! Whew! It took some time to graduate beyond the stomach level. I did keep dream journals for years and years. Don’t dream as much these days. How about you, my friend?

      • dearrosie says:

        I often wake up saying a word or a phrase and if I don’t write them down immediately (have a flash light by my bed for emergencies) I’ll have forgotten them by morning.

  31. A wonderful tale!

    (And for the record, I would have never in a million years imagined you a politician.)

    • Kathy says:

      Lunar, I kind of like to shock people with this news about being a politician! In fact I rarely think of myself as one. When you live in a tiny community like ours you often end up doing things you never thought you’d do… Glad you liked the tale.

  32. Robin says:

    I love a good fairy tale, especially when dreams come true. 🙂

  33. Dana says:

    Kathy, I know this might be hard to believe, but I made an Enemy about one year ago and haven’t yet had a magical dream to help us not be Enemies any more. So far, I have decided to interpret the situation as the Universe telling me I don’t have to like or be liked by every human being on the planet (say what?!), but I would really enjoy being non-enemies again.

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