It's been a long time since I've dreamt. Maybe here or there, from time to time, but I'm never left with more than an inkling, or a general emotion. But for the last week or so, I have had vivid, wonderful, rich dreams, and woken up remembering them, and laughing. It feels like another big step forward in the healing process. It feels like a coming home to myself, like the depths of my subconscious aren't scary any more.
I'm tying the reawakening to the reading of a book that has created such a magnificent sense of 'OKness' for me lately, that it's felt like I've sloughed off a whole other layer of old, unnecessary Self. It's bringing me back to some core Truths, and moving me quickly away into a deeper realm of healing. It is reassuring. I'm not broken.
And I'm not alone. There's someone there in the dreams. And he has smiling, dark eyes, and a think mop of hair. And a wheelchair. And laughter, and light. I don't know what it means, but it feels real enough for now. It feels like an excuse for a celebration.