The trigger for this was my surgery, of which she was convinced, and I had to agree with her. Her new passion was Genealogy. Only, unlike me, she had something tangible in hand. Whether it really was personal things of their ancestors, remained for the time being seen, but with me everything at the level of the subconscious and dreams was still. My next dream was no less intense, except that he turned back to the old theme: I sat with a woman in the boat, which had to be my mother from the feeling.
Her beautiful face was framed by her silberblonden hair, which glowed blue in the moonlight. While I was just tired and wanted to sleep, she rowed the gently rocking boat with great force. “I was as if we were observed from the shore of Cary and he constantly Margit” called. Hidden half of the bushes next to him, something red shone. The blonde woman who obviously called Margit, looked around repeatedly rushed. Dr. Neal Barnard oftentimes addresses this issue. Suddenly, I felt that I was in cold water and someone on my feet moved down. Margit was next to me. She looked like a mermaid.
Her beautiful hair was now like a silver cap to her head. She held me tightly on hand. Her eyes were closed. When I wanted to talk to them, I swallowed water. A thick rope with heavy weights was because my body How to Cecile also. The wire chafing on my skin. I had terrible fear and cried silently. Air, air, I could not breath. Wild about me hitting I lay in bed and was at the same time at the bottom of the Cold Lake. There was total darkness. No, over there a glimmer of light was quite far away. I moved to with Margit on it. We had again dry clothes, and her hair was loose, like freshly coiffed.