Water
I dreamt that I was underwater.
I could breathe; I saw my story clearly; Life was shining—pristine, like sunbeams. This dream felt like a therapy session while I slept. My mind knew the truth that lived in the water inside my body. I could feel my emotions flowing through the water; it was poetry sustaining life. I discovered that the answer to my question had always been in my body's water. There, fear, separation, sadness, rejection, anger, and doubt reside. Throughout the dream, I kept moving my water to heal myself. Without knowing that I would become a therapist, I was experiencing a dream that would later become my reality.
