There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Saturday, December 1


How many nights have you woken up in a cold sweat from a persecution/torture dream? Today was one for me. 

Dreams last night were of the oriental torture in the woods nature, people shot at close range, women and children hacked up while still alive, the final feel of freedom as you escape only to be overtook and slowly killed. Awful. And even though I know it only lasted for a few seconds, in dream time it was half an hour while this story unfolded of a man and woman that were being persecuted because someone falsely betrayed them. They were a part of a larger group bur this"story" was centered around them.No more details because seriously it was like watching a horror film. I woke up from a DEAD sleep, and feel like lead, half dead, terrified and thankful all at once. 

These nights are the ones that are some kind of residual which clearly is trying to get my attention. So I guess I am grateful that I am living in a fairly free of persecution existence.  And maybe being single isn't all that bad, for now. 

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