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<font color="green"> I rarely have a dream once although I may dream the same dream slightly different. My therapist says that do a lot processing in my dreams. I don’t know but a recent ‘set ‘of dreams has me scratching my head.
I see myself or just am about 4 or 5 years old and something happens – I fall and skin a knee or stub my toe or get stung by a bee and go running into the house crying for Mommy. When I get there, Mommy is my therapist. She fixes up whatever the problem is with tenderness and sends me on my way happy again with a hug or pat on the back. When I am watching myself, I feel so confused; I know she is not Mommy, but when I just am, well it feels so right.
Then I wake up and confusion reigns. My therapist is out of town this week and my next appointment had to be a couple days further apart than usual [wah wah, lol] but it feels a lot longer to me. Whatever this is all about I find myself talking to a pix of her or to the pillow she gave me for a transition item a lot about how I love her. It feels so wrong and so right and soooo confusing!
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dalila
Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-Erma Bombeck
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