As I follow your story and about the book Sleep Magic, I remember certain fragments of dreams I had as a child, one in particular that no child should have, unless having experienced sexual abuse. Though I have absolutely no recollection of abuse, I was promiscuous in college, and was realizing last week that beyong the age of eight, I could not recall feeling loved, truly cared for, by anyone. Other issues suggest a hidden past. The oldest child, I was sent away to live with my grandmother, for schooling, at the age of nine. My definition of love is a feeling of peace. As soon as I am able, I shall buy your book and see what my body can tell me and help me to release, so I can truly love myself and heal.