The other night I had a dream I was talking to lady who felt she had no right to live. I told her that she had every right to be here and that there was nothing she could reveal to me about her abusive past that would make me think differently. I told her over and over again, “You have a right to be here as much as anyone else.” I woke up more tired than when I laid down.
Last night I had a dream that I woke up and my apartment was filled with brand new oil paints. Someone purchased all the oils from Hobby Lobby and placed them in my apartment. When I woke I was thrilled but leery. Why would someone give me this gift? I woke more tired than when I laid down. Continue reading ‘Dreams, Food and People’









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