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Some people have reported that their dreams have gotten more vivid, or that they’ve had an unusually strong sense of God, or felt the presence or heard the voice of departed loved ones—has anything like that happened to you? If it has, tell us about it.
My dreams are often drawn and look real. The people and places remain actual but I see them as drawn by hand.Yesterday, on a facetime birthday (7th) call to CA from CT our granddaughter used some odd app - and she became a black and white drawing of herself - so now my dream seems closer to reality. I am dreaming of crossing a frozen lake (like the oil painting I created after walking across Lake Candlewood) on a bitterly cold day with my husband. I completed this R/T once - vowing never again - and we were fine. In my dream I must once again cross the frozen lake but I am afraid that due to climate change I will break through and die. I feel death is close - not a distant & abstract concept any longer - I must wear a mask in my dream and no virus is lurking on the other side of the lake. I will contract covid only if I remain on this side of the lake. I must cross. I wear my Star of David around my neck and hold hands with my husband. We begin to walk on the ice. Crack crack crack !! Tree stumps stick up, all are dead. This lake is manmade & originally flooded rolling farmland. Crack crack crack! I want to turn back but fear covid. Suddenly my feet slip beneath me as the ice opens in a wide gap. I reach for my husband and we look at each other closely. It is the same glance as the moment several winters ago when at 2 AM, 10th floor of Marriott, Anchorage Alaska a 7.1 earthquake shook our room violently, the hotel was like a ship tossed in violent waves. Miraculously we felt secure simply because we were with one another. CRACK CRACK CRACK I wake up and reach across our bed for my husband’s hand.
October 29, 2020
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¿De que manera el coronavirus le está afectando su vida en este momento? Cuéntenos sus experiencias, sensaciones/emociones, y pensamientos.
Esta semana estuve trabajando mucho para entregar un material que debía estar en una fecha límite. Pero esto se me cruzó con el cumpleaños de mi hermano. Así que tuvimos que salir con mi mamá a buscar el regalo. Mi hermano invitó a una fiesta de cumpleaños en la casa de su pareja e iban a llegar algunos de sus amigos. Yo tomé la decisión de no asistir porque me he esforzado mucho en mantenerme en confinamiento como para arriesgarme a participar en una fiesta donde la mayoría de personas salen a trabajar diariamente. Me quedé sola en casa y aproveché a trabajar duro para compensar el tiempo que tuve que salir. Por suerte, mi familia comprendió mi decisión y no hubo reclamos. Mis piernas no están bien. La aspirinita que comencé a tomar me ha servido mucho, ya no me agito tanto al caminar y agacharme. Pero tengo que ir al médico a ver mis piernas porque están muy mal. También debo arreglar mis asuntos económicos, porque, como de costumbre, hay trabajo, pero no hay paga. Es el precio de la libertad. Este mes será mi cumpleaños. ¿Cómo he logrado llegar? Como un milagro.
June 8, 2021