#3

Dreaming...

More dreams of Shana and Bruce (the people I lived with over 10 years ago) and their third child, whom I've never met. Weird, that I dream of them so often.

Shana and I were hanging out on ladders... something was falling from above, but it wasn't dangerous. Bruce came in later and got behind Shana. Eventually he helped her down very tenderly, and we all got down and sat at a table... I don't know why but the two older children were sleeping and there was only the youngest one, who was actually 8 or 9 or so, so that didn't much make sense.

None of it does.

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