| | Quickly, I dreamt about amassing a great library, full of old books, photo albums, snippets and pieces of history. (A beautiful old building?) It had something to do with being young. I feel like I may have been a little girl, stealing things from my classrooms to contribute to my collection. I feel like I may have been able to open the books or look through the pictures and simultaneously experience the events. It feels like there is something more important lingering on the outskirts of the dream, but I can't remember! I remember a forest, (perhaps Ruidoso?) and maybe even riding a horse, but everything is very vague and sporadic. |
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