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My Mom dream April 14, 2000 This was such an amazing dream to have about my birth mother. I wish I had written more of the details of the dream at the time, but after all these years I can Read more

Author’sNote; I am hit this morning as I enter this page, with an idea that seems quite valid. When I learned I did not have a birth certificate, I went through a series of emotions. I questioned many aspects of Read more

Kindness from a Stranger Spring 2000 As I have said many times my ability to draw came as rather a shock and was absolutely unexpected. I am always amazed at what I accomplish on the art table and am fascinated Read more

Birth / Politics dream February 8, 2000 So many times in my life I have imagined that someone would come up to me and tell me that they recognize me, tell me about my true family. I can’t explain why Read more

Memory dream January 25, 2000 This dream seemed like it took place in two different dimensions.* It brings with it a familiarity, a memory from something that happened to me when I was a child, related somehow to this dream. Read more

Pain dream January 4, 2000 Before I fell asleep this night, I was hit by one of my phantom pains. It felt like an electric shock striking my left shoulder. It was strong enough to jolt me from my position Read more

The Year 2000 This was quite the year for information coming from behind the locked door inside my mind. Unfortunately, I had great difficulty processing the information because I had no idea who the people in my dreams were. I Read more

Tiffany I had never wanted a cat because there were already many in the neighbourhood, killing the beautiful birds I so love. While I do not really have a problem with cats, they are beautiful, funny, and surprisingly loving, I Read more

Dream about Being Shot November 14, 1999 In this dream I found myself in the middle of a revolution. I cannot say which country I was in or what the fighting was about, but there was a great deal of Read more

Author’s Note; I would have been 39 years old when this happened, something that did not really mean anything to me at the time, other than an understanding that I was not supposed to live past my 30’s. This was Read more