Escaping

I asked, “When will Ali wake up?” I dreamt that I was remembering dad at church in (gospel doctrine?) class standing up and giving his testimony and I became emotional as I was remembering.

I dreamt something about a young mother and baby “escaping” from a crashed wooden boat / ship, not being found when the authorities came, reuniting with her deceased mother.

I dreamt of a woman wearing a clown wig under her regular short hair “old woman” curled wig, showing just enough above her left ear for people to see that she was gay.

She was holding her mom’s clutch purse (dark grey sparkles?) while her mom went to do something else (bathroom?). She was reading the inscription inside, “To Debbie” . Not sure if there was more. This clutch had been her sister’s, who had escaped / jumped the ship. This lady had blue bug eyes, and the profile showed a dot “placed” where her pupils go. 

I dreamt that I was giving recognition to all the postal workers who work day after day in all weather conditions, being mentally and physically tired at the end of the day, supporting their families.

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