Monday night or early Tuesday morning, I dreamed I was standing on a cliff in Southern California when it gave way and I plummeted to the bottom.
Supposedly when you fall from a great height in dreams, you wake up dead?
Anyway, I didn’t die. I crawled away. And there was this girl I knew on the sand. She cradled me and took care of me.
A different friend was dreaming about me last night: Before I forget: dream about you last night. We were sort of together, or at least in like. You gave me 2 things. I couldn’t remember one of them once I woke up, but the other you put on a chair next to me, and it was a round vintage game/toy of about 100 horses. You could put the little horses in a hole or chute and they would come out the bottom like a little racing game. I knew you didn’t know how valuable it was, so I told you. It was neat and I wanted to play with it more.
That’s it. Just a dream. But we had good feelings towards each other.
