Today I am thankful for comforting sleep and sweet dreams. For the first time in years, I slept eight hours. The essiac tea makes me tired. I get feverish. My stomach hurts and I fall asleep. I have the sweetest dreams. In my dream, I was at my office. I had finished up from a day seeing clients needing to grow their confidence and ran across the street to a post office within a gift shop.....it is much like the old shop in the town where I grow up. The gift shop where I grew up became my first office. Sigh.... The revealing thing about this is that my favorite clients are artists and musicians needing help growing their confidence or overcoming performance anxiety. Perhaps....when I'm well....I should advertise solely to people needing this help. My friend was there. This was my closest friend in high school. The guy that looked like my dad and was so hard to kiss. His father thought I looked like his mother, so I am p