This was a dream I had during the most frustrating parts of the disease, where I had no life at all, where any social contact would immediately drain the little energy I had left and there wasn't even the slightest creative thing I could do. Even watching tv was sometimes a huge challenge. It's hard to image but I could simply not understand what was going on at the screen.
At the point where it seemed questionable if I ever would regain a little bit of life again, I dreamt about a period very early in my life. Judged by the main character in it I would have been 6 or 7. I always looked at this period as the toughest and most miserable in my life. The dream reminded me that it was in many respects also the happiest time of my life and that your state of mind does not need to depend on your circumstances at all.
