Dream Journal: Oceanside path

My first recollection is of looking at the ocean from atop a hill. The sky was the purest blue. I could pierce the blue and see even more than the human eye could see.


The next recollection of this dream was of a girl. She was holding a dowel and waving it around. She poked her mother in the eye but she seemed to ignore it, except for the fact that her face was covered in mascara and tears.


The little girl went off, hugged her grandfather and left to go with me.


The little girl and I both ran down this steep street.




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