There's a new show on Freeform called "The Bold Type." Side note; it quickly became one of my favorite shows of all time. Basically, it's about three very bad-ass best friends that work for Scarlet Magazine that are trying to find their voices and standing up for what they believe. I strongly recommend watching it, especially if you're a female. Every episode I watch makes me feel like I can take on the world. In this dream, I did. I was "the bold type."

I was walking out of my tiny studio apartment in New York City with coffee in hand and wearing one of the many, many adorable outfits the girls wear on "The Bold Type". I took the long way to work which involved walking through central park. I walked into one of the many skyscrapers in NYC to get to my job that just happened to be at Scarlet Magazine. I got to work writing my article for the magazine. I was writing a piece that is near to my heart, in dreams and not. I was writing about Cystic Fibrosis.

Doctors were in the end stages of developing a cure for cystic fibrosis. It was my job to interview the doctors and the patients that were set to get the cure. First, I interviewed the patients; each of which were people I know in real life that have cystic fibrosis...including a future me (although I didn't know this in my dream).

I only realized this once I woke up. I then continued on interviewing the doctors, which of course were doctors from "Grey's Anatomy." This dream featured April Kepner and Addison Montgomery. As they were developing the cure, they couldn't find the "secret ingredient." I explained to them how I had immense knowledge in the medical field due to all of my gray's anatomy watching.

I put down my pen and paper and turned off my recording device. I began to work in the lab with them, trying to figure out the missing part of the cure. Within five minutes, I had figured it out. I was the one who figured out the missing piece of the puzzle. After having a dance party in the middle of the lab, we went to cure the patients with CF. Now, you may think the cure would be a pill or a shot but in the dream.. it was a chocolate bar.

I finished writing the story back at my office. I had just helped make history. 3 women had just changed the medical world. I ended the night fully clothed in a bathtub drinking a bottle of white wine with Kat, Jane, and Sutton while listening to Billy Joel. (This was basically taken out of one of the episodes, "Three Girls In A Tub.")

I'm not typically someone who thinks that a dream can mean something in real life. But, when it comes to this one, I believe it does mean something. I'm pretty positive I am most definitely not going to cure CF.

But I believe this dream was my way of telling myself that I control cystic fibrosis. I can't let it hold me back. If I want something done, I need and can get it done. This dream came to me after sitting in a hospital bed for a week and binge-watching "The Bold Type" three times through. This show made me want to be a better version of myself and it inspired me. It made me want to be as powerful as the ladies of "The Bold Type."