Last night I dreamed about a dream within a dream, and not my dream, but my sister's. She dreamed of an institutional bathroom, with big porcelain sinks and white tiles. She dreamed that she walked up to a mirror and look down inside and saw a person and child, looking alarmed. The child was choking. My dead father was in my dream, helping me figure it out. Then when I woke up, it felt like I was still dreaming.
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yipes, that sounds upleasant. hopefully, this has been replaced my a dreamy awakeness full of yuletide hurrah. sending you all the best, miss trix.