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In my dream there was a woman, a therapist.. I think, but she was more of a shaman-ess. She seemed to be preparing a group of us (I dont know who... coulda been anyone, but I think maybe it was family?) for serious work.... internal work... a journey. she thrust her hand at me and said an incantation of one word (sounded like "massive"?) and i fell to the floor, heavy... like being injected with dilaudid... i saw words appear in decorated letters. "child abuse" was one of them, I honestly don't remember the others. i druggedy asked if i should talk. i wanted to read the words outloud. she said no.
the a stack of items... ephemera... saved from my past and matted to poster board appeared. drawings, stickers.. things i was supposed to remember... some of it i didn't.
i started coming out of it.. regaining my head. eventually i was back... i didn't get far enough. that's the feeling i'm left with... and i am anxious to really get in there. to remember.
the a stack of items... ephemera... saved from my past and matted to poster board appeared. drawings, stickers.. things i was supposed to remember... some of it i didn't.
i started coming out of it.. regaining my head. eventually i was back... i didn't get far enough. that's the feeling i'm left with... and i am anxious to really get in there. to remember.