Sometimes, sleep brings with it a wonderful gift. The gift of remembering the way we used to be and feel before our disease became part of our lives. That gift is our dreams.
I have always had a very active dream life; I've once heard that even when we think we haven’t dreamed it’s just that we don't remember them. My dreams are almost always big, bold, and colorful. Usually funny and almost always entertaining.
But now my dreams have become much more to me, They’re a portal into my former life, when my legs worked as they were intended, and balance meant nothing more than a checkbook term. In my dreams I run through all kinds of interesting terrain: quiet tree lined streets, bustling city sidewalks, and sandy, white beaches that frame a turquoise blue ocean. Not only do I run, I climb stairs with such grace, and conquer mountains without breaking a sweat. I dance with reckless abandon, like not a soul is watching.
But then I open my eyes, not realizing that my reality is waiting for me . No longer will I be able to abandon my body, but I will move forward, and wait for my next lovely dream.
Do you dream of your former life?
Till we meet again,