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Almost 5 years ago, my dreams learned to do something important. One night while asleep, into my dream stepped someone I had recently purged from my life. In the dream our rapport was easy and happy again — and as if knowing how utterly unhealthy this delusion was, the dream quickly dissolved itself and bumped me out into wakefulness. I laid there in complete stillness, eyes open and semi-alert, then a disembodied voice gently said, “This doesn’t belong here anymore. Please stop hurting yourself”.

This reason, and a few others, are why I trust my dreams. They point out things which may be difficult to accept — mostly about myself, occasionally about others — and invite me to come to terms with it in order to hurt myself less. Realizing my dreams could and would want to help me in this way was more than I ever expected. For weeks after this incident, I wept.