I went into work yesterday. For those who don't know, I work on a PRN basis in a long term care facility. PRN means that I only work when they need me--when someone is on vacation, sick, or they are just overwhelmed with the patient load. So I'm not there on a regular basis.

Anyway, one of the women that I work with mentioned to me that she had a dream about me. She's an acquaintance at best, and therefore she was very nervous about telling about this dream because of it's personal nature. Anyway, she dreamed that I hadn't been in to work in a couple of months, and when I came back, I had a big, round belly. Amy talked about how surprised she was in the dream and how excited she was for me.

I thought that the dream was wonderful. It is full of hope and possibility, two things that I struggle with. I told Amy how glad I was that she shared her dream with me, because I lack those dreams about myself. I'm too afraid to let myself dream like that when awake, and my fears dominate my dreams at night.

Isn't it strange how someone could be so affected by my experiences to have dreams about me? Someone who I don't consider myself that close to?

And isn't it wonderful how an "acquaintance" can make such a big difference in our day? Amy and her dream made me feel cared for and listened to.

Sometimes, I feel like the world is so busy with their lives that (we) they often don't have time for each other. I often feel like I am talking to myself, especially when around those who've not experienced a loss such as mine. I used to think that they can't possibly understand, so how can they take this to heart as I have?

Amy listened and took it to heart. And she made my day yesterday when she shared that with me. Thank you, Amy.