I think that's a great idea, actually.

After my mom passed away I was in a counceling group at school. It was a bunch of us kids who had lost someone. Me and another girl had lost our moms, one girl lost a friend to cancer, and another girl lost her sister in a car accident. Anyway, they would all talk about what happened. But not me.

Instead, I told them this story about when I was asleep I fell into a hole, and wandering in the dark. Finally I came across this girl who was glowing blue and she lead me on this adventure to get out of the hole. Every night when I went to sleep it was another part of this journey, then at counceling I would tell the story. The therapists (there were two) who were in charge just let me talk, and the kids were always wanting to know what happened next.

I always think back on that. I don't remember the story or how it went, I didn't write it down. But I think in some way it was healing me, which is why the therapists just let me talk. And it seemed to help the others, and get their mind off of their pain and give them something to look forward to.... I don't know.... But, when you said it's like an adventure it reminded me of it.