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I had a dream this afternoon that I was hugging a version of myself that was clearly clinging onto me for dear life. A size smaller, slightly wrinkled wearing the same clothes I was (white muslin) wrapped to my chest with her arms wrapped around my neck and shoulders.
I tried to push her away when the grip got too intense and all she said was, "me" repeatedly in a whisper.
In my head I heard the word "ego", but who knows what the word meant.
It didn't feel heavy or light, not a burden or any different from everyday. But she was afraid and needed me all the time. She was afraid I'd push her away and she would die. then I woke up