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August 25, 2013


Karen in Ohio

They ARE scary, and sometimes they really mean something.

When my youngest daughter was not quite two, I kept having this horrifying dream about her drowning in the little wading pool we kept on the front patio. At the time, I had my hands full: I had a daughter who was just about to start college, and one about to start kindergarten, and this little one, plus my husband was traveling six months of the year. It was overwhelming.

A friend helped me figure out that I was worried about losing my own inner child, which I truthfully had not seen in many years at that point. Once I figured it out the nightmares went away, but geez, I was afraid to close my eyes there for awhile.

What a good technique, Hank.

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