Three nights ago I dreamt that I was on a road trip with Kelli and a friend in the ward. We arrived to our destination, a little town in the Mid-west (Ohio, I think) and we split up. Kelli decided to do a tour of a factory and the friend and I went up to see the Catholic church. When we got up to the top (which was on a steep hill with steps, like a pyramid) we went our separate ways. It got dark because of daylight savings time, and I could see the night sky. It was so close, it felt like you could reach up and touch it. It was time to meet kelli at the car and then it was light again and I could carry my luggage (which I didn’t have on the way up) down the steep steps. We all three met at the car and I woke up.
Two nights ago I dreamt that my roommates and I were hanging out at Chino’s house with his 10 siblings. Chino was there, he wasn’t a punk and we were talking.
Last night, I dreamt that I was going to Italy with my extended and immediate family. We were ready to go on the trip, sitting in my friend’s parents living room. I’m not sure why as they live in AZ, and we weren’t in AZ. Anyway, we got to Italy and ended up eating in the first restaurant we found but it was expensive (and oddly the money was Mexican pesos, not euros). I knew that the food wasn’t that great because I’d been there before (in the dream I swore I’d been there before, I woke up and realize I hadn’t). Oh, and then I woke up.
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