I remember a few of my dreams every night. Some of them are rather imaginative, so I want to share the most notable ones.
I had a dream that Crispin and I were in a rowboat (4 seater) in the middle of an urban city. It looked to be a combination of New York and Beijing – the roads were definitely of US standards with the same styled sidewalks and lamps. We were next to a metropolitan park and skyscrapers were all around us. However, the road was very lengthy and there were a lot of street vendors on the side.
Now, the streets were really flooded and the water was brown. For some reason, Crispin and I were running through it all while dragging the boat like a shopping cart.
Analysis: It’s afternoon and I had this dream late morning. Can’t remember much else, except I woke up with my heart racing.