Monday, June 10, 2019
There was a dream before, but I don't remember it well enough to record. My sister had signed up for a cultural event. She had also volunteered Cookie and I before we agreed to it. We were annoyed because she was bailing. This happened in my childhood apartment.
I was lying on my back, elevated from the grass below. The sun was out, but I was in the shade during summer. This small park was empty in the middle of the day. Honeycrisp found me, asking what I was doing. I sat up to answer, but I can't remember what I told him. He said he parked on the other side of the wall of trees to my left, even pointing in that direction. If I wanted a ride, I could come with him. I said I'd come in a bit. I looked at my backpack, on the floor, by my feet. Its contents were messily scattered around it.
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