If there’s no change for the worse, that’s good.
I was dreaming about camp, and there were a lot of 11-year-old Mexican girls there, and I dreamed that someone ate the empanadas I brought home for DP.
Kathleen has a bag of sweets they gave her, and it’s all pretty alien. She liked the marzipan, but “hot and salted tamarind pulp” doesn’t sound very appealing.
If I could just get up or down without so much pain, I could function, but I feel if I just sit, it’s going to be so very much worse!
I gotta keep moving!
Most dreams about things that are going on at the moment (dreaming of an office when you work in one) aren’t significant. Just mostly a release of tension.