Dianne, I really cherish these dreams. Once I had a whole series of different ones involving a little spindly girl. She wasn't very pretty, but oh, how I grew to love her. She kept coming back into different dream scenarios, helping me to escape, cope, figure things out. It was like having my very own little MacGyver! I missed her when she stopped coming.

I shared elsewhere on the forums before that I stopped dreaming these kinds of dreams (or at least remembering them) when Mom died in 2001. But it was shortly after she died that I had my massive burnout/breakdown, retired and started living life at my own pace. So maybe being under considerably less stress has something to do with not having those dreams.

I've only recently started remembering snippets of dreams again, all of them involving glimpses of my Mom off in the distance and me desperately trying not to wake up until I can find her and hug her.