I was pregnant with a little girl last year. A about 26 weeks, it was discovered that I had placenta percreta. Basically the placenta was growing into the uterine wall, specifically a c-section scar from having my son. This is really dangerous and can kill the mother. There was no way I could carry her any longer. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever consider aborting her. She was delivered by c-section. She did not survive and only lived a few hours, but THAT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH OUR DECISION TO DELIVER HER. She had a heart defect doctors didn't know about. She would most likely not have survived even if she went full-term. It was heart wrenching for sure, but how does someone just abort at that point?

For me, when it comes to happiness, I have to remind myself that it is an active choice. It is a verb. If I can allow myself to wallow in delusional negative thoughts, then why the hell can't I give myself permission to have wildly hopeful thoughts? If I can imagine myself never being able to retire, then I can imagine myself winning the lottery. Then I give myself permission to dream insanely big, happy, hopeful daydreams. It all begins with a thought and you DO have control over your thoughts, even though it isn't always easy.

I've always been super committed to my relationships, even if they aren't going well. Meaning, I don't fantasize about other guys at all, whether during sex or alone time, I'm not attracted to others, I don't flirt, etc. I'm just focused on my partner. Sometimes I'll have sexual dreams, but the guy in the dream isn't anyone I know IRL. However, a couple weeks ago I had an intense sexual dream about a guy at work. He's 20 years younger than me, and yes, he's really hot, and yes, I'm attracted to him. (I'm married, BTW.) I stopped short at work the other day when I saw him, because he was wearing the exact outfit I'd seen in my dream. And then I had another intense dream about him last night. WTF.

She's probably just ringing you to say, "Hey! I made it and everything is great!" If her energy is strong enough to manipulate electronics, and you're having happy dreams involving her, she's probably already made it home. I bet you're sensitive and more open to spirits than you realize. That's how she's able to contact you so easily. Pretty cool, really.

I've told her while awake, and also in my dreams, that she needs to let go. I had the distinct feeling that she was afraid at first, but my dreams the last two nights were of happy times. Thanks for the advice!

Stitches out and new cast applied. At least two more weeks of that. My dreams of my cousin are haunting me...she's asking me over and over to help her (I tried for three years to get her into alcohol rehab), and I obviously couldn't help her. The meditation is helping me through the dreams, but I gotta tell y'all that your kind words a

Yay!! That is a great start OP. You have taken some major strides. If the dreams are not disturbing, try to embrace them for what they are. With the knee scooter you have a bit of mobility. Sounds like you are doing much better. Keep up the great work, and enjoy your lunch!!!

The phone rang once, her name came up, then kind of faded away. The phone didn't ring but the one time. It was really strange. I've also had strange dreams where she's calling to me, says she wants to talk. She wasn't ready to go...I know that. She drank herself to death and thought she could beat it eventually. I'm looking forward to the dream where we have that talk. I believe it'll happen.

My cousin died and I'm still having heartbreaking dreams about her, her dad is having a leg amputated as I type this (due to diabetes), I'm three days post op from my second Achilles' tendon repair (and have MAJOR swelling and pain), I'm dealing with idiots at my insurance office, and I'm trying to set up testing for my 84-year-old dad for the same thing his brother is having surgery for. I'm breaking out in intermittent sobs, I'm in so much fucking pain I want to scream, and I wish I could run far far away.

Today's the day my cousin will be taken off life support. I dreamed about her all night long. They were such good dreams that I got a little angry when I woke up. She's ten years younger than me, was the flower girl in my first wedding, and I'm the only cousin she has. We've been very close all our lives, and joked about becoming loud-mouthed old ladies together. I went to see her yesterday and had a good long talk with her (they tell me she can't hear, but I hope she did), and ended with having to say goodbye.