318 am laying in bed. About to get up. Chandler Arizona I dreamed about friends visiting. They had given me many gifts. One was an antique apholstered bench and had a musical organ folded underneath. If you wanted to play you moved the bench and assembled the organ. I didn’t recognize who the friends we’re a man and woman. A couple. They had given many gifts to set up my home.
I dreamed about a basket that was computer generated. There was a flaw. In trying to make it realistic the basket became tedious to create. Though the item was practical it was seldom used because it had to be crafted over many hours strand by strand.
I dreamed about riding a bike high into the mountains south of my hometown in wyoming. A storm was cominf in. I would get wet and cold. I thought I should take a jacket.
There were two other parts. I forgot them as I wrote these down. Why did I have the dreams! Why am I compelled to share them? Can I recall them if I don’t record them instantly? Dreams are fleeting
3:34am when trying to recall the two elements of the dream I remembered two dreams I had many months ago. One walking up a hill in what stood for my hometown. The other driving through a canyon. Both dreams involves steep grades and roads cut into sides of mountains. Interesting those were locked in my brain and could be resurrected
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