The sound of my alarm clock played loudly in my ear as I blindly searched, slapping my bed sporadically hoping to hit my phone with my hand.With my free hand, I rubbed my still closed eyes, trying to massage them back to life.I blinked once.Twice.Three times, before I rolled over and scanned my immediate area, snatching the phone up, hitting snooze, and closing my eyes once more. As I lay there trying to will myself back to sleep God blessed me with reminders of the dream my alarm so rudely pulled me out of. I was on a hilltop in a beautiful white lace-trimmed skirt. Hair blowing in the wind,…