dreams.

i had two dreams last night.

one was that i was allowed access to observe a singer/songwriter, by the name of matt good, whom i know i've mentioned before in another blog entry. he was auditioning for a guitarist for an upcoming tour. random, i know. there were stages of security i had to get through and people were running around on their mobiles, shouting things and making decisions and demands. i felt like i was floating. it was like being backstage at a concert. then i was ushered into a boardroom with floor to ceiling windows and people sitting in overstuffed chairs sat, including mr. good. one by one, musicians came to play their best for matt. i also remember setting up camp on a cot in one of the dressing rooms, backstage and there was a guard dog at the end of the hall. i remember being afraid of the dog. he wasn't on a leash or anything. he never bothered me, and i was able to sleep that night. just maintaining his post, quietly at the door.

the other dream was of a client i had when i first started working in child welfare. it was a daughter who i had to remove because her mother chose her crack cocaine addiction first. drugs are funny like that. they have the power to make you stop caring. she was also a victim of domestic violence. it's interesting how many times you'll see them linked together. sometimes we're all looking for an escape. the mother took off and the daughter went to live with her dad who was working hard to address the abusive ways he chose to handle his anger of the past. he was doing a great job addressing it too might i add. it was a happy ending for the daughter as she returned to living with family rather than remaining in care. i've always wondered about the mother and daughter and if the mother ever got help. my dream was about me running into the daugther's friend, who i don't know in real life but knew somehow in my dream. she told me i was the social worker who worked with the mother and daughter. she told me the mother got clean and they've reunited as mother and daughter. then, the daughter appeared in front of me and seemed so excited to see me. she excitedly told me life was great and thanked me for my help in her and her mother's life. i remember her smiling a lot as she told me. i remember feeling so happy for her and telling her how proud i was of her. she had overcome so much and she had her mom back. 

its been a hard twenty-four hours people. that last dream has brought me so much peace.