Still Alive

I dreamt that dad was driving us home on a route that always scared me because there was a part of the road that was steep going down. I dreamt that I was in a dug out tightly compacted dirt square with a white dog who was just lying there in front of me. There may have been a small section in the left top corner that was wet. Ali was standing above on the left top corner with a shovel. He had picked up the dog. I told him that the dog was still alive. He slightly threw up … Continue reading Still Alive