She woke up with a start. She had been dreaming. A deep breath and reality comes seeping back into her mind. Laying in her bed she rolls over and stares at the ceiling, reflecting on that dream. Knowing that dreams are made up of subconcious thoughts and feelings, she tries to make sense of it all.
Images from her dream that seemed so real at the time were flooding back. Here in her bed she is safe, but moments ago her mind was telling her that she was not. Or at least, her heart wasn't.
But it is now. Events had come about that would change the way that she dealt with herself. She would no longer hold out for, and accept, less than what she wanted and deserved. She is suprised at the interpretation of the sub-concious thoughts she was having just minutes ago, and wondered just how long she had felt at risk for another blow, and powerless to do anything about it.
As the dream faded away, she smiled, because she knew that the key players in her life that had left deep emotional scars, held a different ranking order. Peace flowed in and hope for the future brightened. For dreams are not reality.