A blog to share my dreams. No, not my aspirations, but my actual dreams. I find our subconscious world absolutely fascinating--maybe someone can give me a bit of insight into just what these crazy dreams mean. Have at it world!
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
8/12/20
I'm back in high school and it's the first day of class. A teacher walks into our homeroom. He's hip looking and has long hair. He tells us he's the new principal. A song plays over the speaker and he mentions that he wrote the song. That evening there's a protest for Indian rights at the library. He shows up dressed like a cowboy. We paired up with an older couple and the woman mentions that he must be from out west. "Nope," he says. "Grosse Pointer, born and raised.
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