Prologue: The Stuff of Dreams

I’ve been trying to find this journal entry about a dream I had about my grandmother days after she’d passed away. It planted an idea in my head: just as sleep physiologically restores us to a homeostatic rested state, could dreams help heal emotional wounds? I cried and sobbed in my dream as she held me in her arms because I knew she was dead.

Once I woke up, I felt peace.

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