Lying in bed one day (to tell you the truth I can't remember if it were night or day, and it was somewhere within a 2 1/2 year period between 2006-2009 when I was mostly bed ridden with Neurological Lyme disease) I had a very powerful dream. I had been asking, "When am I going to get better?"
I was so active before this illness struck me down; running, yoga, multipitch rock climbs, and backpacking.
And laying in bed unable to think, unable to read, and unable to even feed myself, I had begin to give up hope. There were many things that factored into my recovery and I have been writing and sharing about those. But the deepest messages and understandings came from my dreams.
When I had asked, "When will I get better?" I had an image flash before me. I was practicing a martial art, and my hair was really long and in a pony tail. It was like peering into the future to see a me that was possible beyond this illness. I asked her, "How do I get there?" But she didn't see me. Maybe it was just the lyme making me think weird thoughts.