I dreamed. The therapist was in it. I don't remember the dream now, because I slept so heavily, but I remembered just enough when I woke up. I remembered just enough to know that I received a message from inside about myself. The message said I am well. I am basically fine. There is health here and I need to trust it. I woke up while Jenny was speaking. For those who don't know, Jenny is the connector. She connects me to my body (and other things), and she often speaks by playing music in my head. She almost always picks songs that are not to my own musical liking. The songs are most often from the late sixties and I don't care for them, but... I do suppose that was the soundtrack she 'developed' with, so... Anyway, I woke up with this one playing in my head.