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Originally Posted by Big Mama
Man. I get that feeling all the time. I hate it. I remember small things like camping. (We used to camp as a family and extended family, before we knew that my uncle was a petefile) Why do I keep dreaming of that campground? I wake up and know there was something I was supposed to remember. The answer that helps unlock all this mess and I can't remember what it is to save my life.
or WHO is that mans face? (i only see part of a face) Whose nasty crooked teeth are those, or who does that laugh belong to? I can see it and feel it, but can't make since of it. It is so frustrating.
I keep a dream notebook by my bed. Any time i wake up and have dreamed something relevant, I write it down. Any time I am off in laa laa land and I "see" something of relevance then I write it down. Eventually I end up with a book of clues. One of these days I gonna have enough pieces to that puzzle to work it and make it make since. My T says don't push for that. Once you know the truth you can;t take it back. Sometimes we are better off not knowing.
Good luck with this. I hope we all find the answers we are looking for, if God means us to find them.
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I agree. If it's important that I know, then I trust what I see will not shatter my soul. Who I am now, although I'm not really sure who that is at this point. I do trust.
I've been taken to my knees with fragments that I didn't understand. I lifted them up with everything I had inside of me. There was a vision of a fire with colors that I've never seen in my uplifted hands that burnt the fear and panic away. The images are still there in the outskirts of my mind, but they don't have the hurt or panic that was there before. Again, I trust. I surely don't understand and may never. If I can find peace and safety, that is what my heart longs for.
Peace and safety.
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