((((( TROY! )))))
i don't normally dream [some dispute that and say 'i do dream, i just don't remember'....ok, whatever :-) ], but when i do [remember], it has a deep impact on the course of my day, and on some occasions, the drea can be a real life changer.
i had been an on again/off again participant in MS since 2003, but what brought me back to set up camp in may of 08, was a dream about my perp brother that i had, which shook me up pretty bad [ or good?].
so here i am, collecting all the cathartic hugs i may, day in and day out, while i work towards learning how to hug myself out of the nightmare of the past and into the realm of a new dream state. i know that beneath all those tarnished nightmares is the gem of a refined and polished me, the real me, the yet to be dreamt me. that's what keeps me coming back, pinching myself everyday, to make sure that i am wide awake in the dream of life, and therefore not really dreaming at all.
i hope my hug helped you,
all the best,