Often i dream about adventures. Dreams are set in a city, which i vaguely know. In the night i wander through an old neighborhood, with alleys, passthroughs, rooms and cafes linked to each other. Somewhere i come out, and have to walk pretty far going home, never reaching there before the dream ends. I meet people, have interactions with them and lose them. The mood is always good. This time i dreamt many of them were with me, came for me. I think there were 12, 4 women and 8 men. or so. I felt incredibly happy and honored they came. I held a speech, thanking them, hoping to make a video in which they would introduce themselves, to memorize them each. I am that bad at remembering names that i often not even try, and feel very ashamed about that.
Wandering
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