Friday, January 22, 2010

My dream may have been two or one continuous one. I was with my family and we lived in a little home in a quiet, green neighbourhood. We came back after a long trip to find that our house has been stolen from. I don't remember anything after that. Next my mom and I were packing my things into the car. I showed her a picture of a house in a magazine. It was on sale. She said that it's okay, they already found a house. We finished packing and my uncle came and closed the door of the trunk. He checked to see if we covered the back window too much.

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