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I've had this kinda weard dream last night, but it left me feeling happy... and calmed, I guess. Can't really describe it but it also feels peaceful in a way, showing that some things are possible even when you're down, or hurt, whatever.
I dreamt my right leg was paralysed - don't ask me why just the right one or if it's even possible - and at first I had to walk with crutches, which seems weard, I know but it was a dream.
Then, when it was getting better with training and all that, I had this funny wheeled walking aid you see with old people somethimes when they need support.
After that, I remember limping short distances, when that wheelthingy was to big or something, or maybe just because I wanted to move without help. Suddenly it got better and better, and soon I was able walking distances on my own! Except stairs, on those I still needed the support of my arms on banisters.
Actually, that was it. And it shure as hell was triggered in a way by "the dephts of winter", but it felt good nonetheless. Seeing I'm still sick, which sucks, and I desperately need to get well again. Not because I owe it to some peaple, but because I want to!
Well, Gotta take a shower and then head to the doctor. He might go up with my antidepressives (do you call it that in english?), but whatever.
I dreamt my right leg was paralysed - don't ask me why just the right one or if it's even possible - and at first I had to walk with crutches, which seems weard, I know but it was a dream.
Then, when it was getting better with training and all that, I had this funny wheeled walking aid you see with old people somethimes when they need support.
After that, I remember limping short distances, when that wheelthingy was to big or something, or maybe just because I wanted to move without help. Suddenly it got better and better, and soon I was able walking distances on my own! Except stairs, on those I still needed the support of my arms on banisters.
Actually, that was it. And it shure as hell was triggered in a way by "the dephts of winter", but it felt good nonetheless. Seeing I'm still sick, which sucks, and I desperately need to get well again. Not because I owe it to some peaple, but because I want to!
Well, Gotta take a shower and then head to the doctor. He might go up with my antidepressives (do you call it that in english?), but whatever.
