I had another one. A another transplant dream that is.
Why i'm having so many, I don't really know. All i know is that they're beautiful and the best feeling i've ever had. This is my second transplant dream since last week.
This time, again, I got my transplant. Before it I remember finding out that the top portions of my lungs don't work anymore (which I think is actually true, or feels anyway). I vividly remember 'waking up' and being able to breathe fully. I remember the sensation of my lungs filling up with air and refreshing my body. I felt like I could do anything. I could dance again. Nothing was a struggle; nothing was a set back.
I remember showing people my incision. I remember it slightly opened up b/c i lifted my arms too high ( something I have wondered about often). I remember being listed and waiting a month.
I remember a lot.
I hope for it to one day come true.
I hope to one day dance again.
I hope to one day just breathe in fully.