Dreams about The Room I had several dreams about the room, all of which were very difficult to remember and write about. It seemed a place out of time where I never knew what would happen to me or when. I had to be on my guard at all times, Read more
The Room June 26, 2002 I was so scared when I woke up the morning I had this dream. My heart was beating so hard and fast that I thought it would burst through my chest. Ever since having the stabbing dream I have suffered deep pain in my heart Read more
Airport Good-bye June 20, 2002 This is one of the dreams to which I have a very strong connection. I think of it often and wonder about what was happening as I stood there with my mother, and how it affected me for the rest of my life. I had Read more
The Year 2002 The dreams intensified during this year, connecting me to my father, telling me things that would help me recognize him many years later. The importance of who he is was, lost on me at the time I had these dreams because I really did not understand who Read more
Carlos I loved this mans face from the moment I saw him. There is so much expression in his pose it drew me into his world and stirred my imagination. I could not help but wonder about where he was lost in thought. The lines on his face tell a Read more
Author’s Note; reading these letters as I insert them into this post is as difficult today as it was when I received them. When I got Ellens letter in the mail, I pretty much fell apart and almost believed everything she was saying about me. Perhaps I was crazy, perhaps Read more
Journals, Letters I have been looking through my old journals from the 90s and am struck by how many dreams I was having at that time. So many dreams contained animals, birds and feathers. While the dreams themselves were about me trying to solve the problems I was facing with Read more
My Journals….and their vital importance Because there are no photos illustrating the storyboard of my unfolding, no records of my birth, an entirely empty baby book, and no one to give answer to my many questions, I am left to find my way through this mystery as best I can. Read more
Short Hair When I was in Grade One I had beautiful long blonde hair down to my waist. For reasons I cannot explain I loved my hair, its colour, the weight on my neck and back, and the way others in class would play and be fascinated by it. In Read more
Dream about My Father’s Death December 6, 1999 In retrospect I can understand the importance of this dream which I didn’t comprehend that night, as I still did not understand the complexity of my past, nor did I realize the identity of those connected to it. So when I read Read more