healing gracie

I had a dream last night...a pretty interesting dream. In my dream I was a little girl...about 7- or 8-years-old. To give you a visual of what I looked like at that age imagine a spunky looking girl with bleach-blond hair...frizzy-curly bleach-blond hair. I had bright blue eyes and looked somewhat mischievous...like I was up to something. Yep, that was me then...well, before the abuse.

Anyhoo, in this dream I was my child self. I was running. I don't know if I was running away from something or running to something, or just running for the heck of it. It doesn't really matter. Then all of a sudden, my feet left the ground and I took flight. I was flying! I mean really flying! I was soaring up and down, from side to side. It felt exhilarating. It was refreshing. I felt like nothing could hold me back...nothing at all. I felt free. I felt alive. And then I woke up...

I wish I could feel free like that in the real world, and not just in the world of slumber.