In my dream, I rose from my bed, put on my red robe and red slippers. Then I joined friends in my kitchen who were pouring milk over cereal. They were glad I had whole milk. I was happy in my dream.
When I woke, sadness filled me…aware I needed a Hoya lift and two people to rise from bed. I was ninety-nine percent sure I would never go home again and would never again wear my red robe and slippers.
Later, Miss Slater 
Thank you, Sabra, for your willingness to share your dream, sadness, and vulnerability with such a tender beauty. I know it can seem contradictory to use the word beauty in conjunction with what you shared, but I cannot think of a better word to describe the graceful way you invited us in to the heart of what you are experiencing in life right now. That – that is a gift. Much love to you this day and always, Julianne
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Thank you so much for telling me your thought. I appreciate you so much. Your friendship is a precious gift to me.
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I wish you something lovely red and warm. I am so glad you are still writing. Keep up the good work. You still have poetry.
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Thank you, Patricia.
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Dear Sabra, I am glad you experienced brief happiness with your red robe, red slippers and friends in your kitchen through your dream. Thanks for sharing your reality. ♥️Kay
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Hi Kay. Glad to see you here. Thanks for leaving me a comment. Much love 😘
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🙏🏼💜
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Thank you.
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My sister, who was paralyzed, told me that in her dreams, she was walking and what was reality was just a bad dream. Interesting that you experience something similar. I wish you some pleasures in your days. Sincerely, Muriel
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Thank you, Muriel. Thanks for sharing about your sister.
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