o last night I had two very different dreams.
In the first, I was a performer at some award ceremony. I started at the back of the audience and came down the stairs toward the stage, singing what seemed to be the choruses of a group of songs. And even in the dream I was amazed at beautiful my voice was, how amazing I looked in a dress and heels.
In the second dream, I was working at a theme park. Part of my job was to take tickets for a ride where people got to paddle small boats around a lake, and the other part was taking care of customers of a food outlet. all of a sudden, a large group of people arrived, and I had to ask for help. Other workers arrived, and soon the large crowd was either eating or enjoying the ride.
Make of these dreams what you will.



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(As I said elsewhere...)
It's not what -we- make of these dreams.
It's what =you= make of these dreams.
(Also said elsewhere) Print these dreams, and tape them to your bathroom mirror.