I haven't had any new dreams, but the earlier one where I ran away has been reoccurring lately. I lived, more or less, on the streets for ten years. Any other child never would have survived, but considering the training my father put me through, I was more than able to defend myself. Considering how awful my dreams have been, I can only imagine what the rest are going to be like.
I have a doctor's appointment this weekend for an x-ray of my shoulder. Hoping the doctor will give me some good news.