Dream:
We are out having a date. There is a huge windmill type structure. I am walking underneath, while it swings right at me, missing me less than an inch. Still I am not scared in this dream. The colors of the windmill are green, gold, and brown. It swings like the pendulum of a clock. We are situated in the countryside; perfect for a picnic.
You are busy examining your camera; checking for missed calls. I patiently wait for you to finish, then suggest, “Why don’t we start taking selfies?”
You look at me with a quizzed look on your face but don’t answer.
In fact, we never talk in this dream or rather I talk, but you don’t respond.
Then I tell you if I had the code, I would include more short stories.
Jumps into another scene.
I am an outsider, viewing your personal family life. I am watching your life unfold as if I am just a visitor.
~Lavender
