I had a dream last night that i haven't had since i was prolly about 12. in this dream i found a secret passageway underneath the bottom shelf in the family room closet. it led to this huge room that was filled with all kind of stuff, everything i could ever want and/or need. it was perfect, it was my safe place. when i had these dreams it was always such a relief from my normal stream of nightmares about my abuse and all the terrors that went along with it. it was such a surprise when i woke up from this dream this morning smiling. i wish i had that place. when i was little, during the abuse i used to be able to come up with these fantasy wo