My dreams, vivid dreams, took me far away last night.
The giggling, the laughter, the sounds of the happy nurses all helped too.
I was peaceful, rested, riding in the passenger seat of my husband’s car through the country. That’s one of my new favorite places to be, just a passenger, in a comfortable car, going somewhere, but enjoying the trip.
That seems to be the story of my life.
In the car, we passed into a covered bridge, and I could see the shadows of the leaves in the dark. I could hear the planks underneath us as we drove. I felt safe and comfortable.
Then I woke up and decided to write the dream, the feeling, the experience, down so people know at our sickest, we still dream, beautiful comfortable dreams, and our mind’s continue to guide us in understanding the world in our own way, even though we, as patients, may have all ready started to progress between this reality and our new state of being in the next.
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