At 1:30 AM on 28 September 2016, I dreamed I was walking alone along a small river/creek, which had a lot of brush growing along the banks, and some small trees.
Within the brush were shanty-type huts. Some were nothing but tarps spread out among the limbs of the small trees. The creek made a 90-degree bend to the right. As I was walking there, I was joined by someone and was having a conversation with them. We walked in along what seemed to be a “right-of-way.” To the right was the creek and the brush.… [Continue reading...]