But I need to make note of this or I'll forget. Last night I dreamt about Sandra! She was in the middle of her addiction and it wasn't pretty .... But I still loved her. the dream was full of what it is to be an addict ... all of the scary self-degrading things we do to get & use without any regard for all the collateral damage that is involved in that. The last thing I remember is her in a church & you're hoping that she is doing ok then she grabbed 3 purses from these ladies who are praying and she books out the door.
When I woke up I said a prayer for her ... I really hope that she is okay. Strange dream ... No idea what made it happen .... But I was inside the police station talking to a group of ladies about running last evening.
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