Dream: Shattered Imagery
What happens when you don't write your dreams immediately:
Bear traps at the bottom of a pool.
Arguing with Maria over how to invest money.
Wrapping myself in a white blanket, letting it drag through the mud.
Jumping in the back of a food truck, K (man who is in love with me that I turned down) was the driver. An older man as the passenger.
Neighbors had a baby, I offered to babysit. The baby was sickly and premature.
Girl offered to be friends with benefits.
People visited with machetes as a prank.
Watching Devon count cheerios.
Drinking milk separately from eating the cereal.