Explore who you really are. You deserve it.

Among many other feelings, and signs that were obvious, from as early as I can remember, ie; “toddler-hood”, as a teenager, I had a recurring dream. In the dream, I was a teenage girl, wearing a pretty sun dress. I was in the passenger seat of a GTO,(sports car of my youth), a handsome young man was driving, and he was my boyfriend.

We didn’t speak. He was determined to get to some specific place, in order to right some wrong. He turned into a country store with a gravel front, and old gas pumps. I got out, closed the door, and he peeled out, off to do something that would be dangerous, leaving me at the store, so that I couldn’t be hurt.

There was never any further context. We never spoke. It was exactly the same, every time.

In the dream, I never had any thought of sex, or body parts, it was all just perfectly normal, he, and I, just as we were supposed to be.

There was never any conclusion, no beginning or end. There was just that short experience, a feeling of being normal, nothing more, nothing less.

I would wake feeling comforted, then, realizing that it was only a dream, prepare myself to pretend my way though another waking nightmare, another day.

Peace Love Kindness Respect the more you give the more you get 😍