Sunday, September 10
I had a dream once, like many dreams I then had, where I was wandering around (more or less lost). Though in this dream, soon after, I was in a white room with hard wood floors and large open windows. Stepping outside to bright green green grass, I knew something had changed.
The scent in my kitchen is not carbon monoxide but I am still avoiding the room. I sense danger!
The scent in my kitchen is not carbon monoxide but I am still avoiding the room. I sense danger!
