I asked, “Were those Yonny’s dreams?” (Online guy who told me a couple dreams with me in them.) I dreamt that I was at the left end of a track. There were dead horses, of different ages, lying there. They were not getting picked up, being ignored. I was hysterically crying.
I asked the same question. I dreamt something about Amy being gay. I was lying next to her, on the left, on a bed. I was thinking that her partner wouldn’t mind since we were sisters. Amy, and I, both had maroon pants.
There was something about a small wreath that I had. It had a “feather” (grass) on the bottom. Amy’s partner took it and put it with her stuff. I rushed, and hurriedly took it back.