Last night, I don’t remember much of it, aside from being in the kitchen chopping vegetables and noticing that one of my fingers was on the floor.
Last night, I don’t remember much of it, aside from being in the kitchen chopping vegetables and noticing that one of my fingers was on the floor.
I dreamed I was in some idyllic suburban setting, with people working in their gardens, laying bricks for a new building, etc. But there was this heavy sense of foreboding doom, like the world was about to end or something. Then I woke up, so I don't know what would have happened next.
In my latest dream I learned that a child minder I knew had a child from a previous marriage, called Jessica, that had died, just five years old. This was a complete fabrication of the dream, but I woke up feeling very sad.
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