City In My Journal
I asked, ”Where do I need to be?” I dreamt that I had written down a name of a city in my journal so I didn’t focus on it to remember it. It started with a J. There was another city with a similar spelling called ”Kutuna” . I dreamt about cookies. There were some dark chocolate cutout ones that I grabbed. There was someone there who wasn’t too pleased about that. I dreamt something about watching a piece of flat land in Indonesia (?). A hand went over it and a house popped up like a pop up book. … Continue reading City In My Journal
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