dreams are great. they are a place where your subconscious can work things out...where you can be in a different world...where you can interact with and hear from God...a temporary existence elsewhere. i could go on forever--but if you know me, you know i like to talk about them & their significance, strangeness or just plain silliness, or sometimes (unfortunately) darkness. but tis not the case of last night.
i had a dream for the first time with my biological mother in it. we had fun going around new york city--just traveling on the subway. my brain even included her mental illness in her projection--not trying to make her "more perfect" in any way. she was a beautiful person. i was glad to have met her,
in my dream.
one day it will be a reality.
i dwelled on it all day until all the details had fallen out of my memory--all except for her spirit of adventure and a sense of/love for freedom--which are the things i've felt within me all of my life...
<3 <3 <3
i had a dream for the first time with my biological mother in it. we had fun going around new york city--just traveling on the subway. my brain even included her mental illness in her projection--not trying to make her "more perfect" in any way. she was a beautiful person. i was glad to have met her,
in my dream.
one day it will be a reality.
i dwelled on it all day until all the details had fallen out of my memory--all except for her spirit of adventure and a sense of/love for freedom--which are the things i've felt within me all of my life...
<3 <3 <3
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