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Last night I had a very long dream about not getting the right yarn at Michael’s to make baby blankets. I was looking and looking, but no color had enough to make a blanket. I looked in every bin, more than once, and no one could help me. Every time I thought I had it, [...]
Last night, I dreamed I was on the South Pole Traverse with an old friend. It was huge. People were jogging alongside the tracked vehicles, and we pulled into a place where there was a permanent structure–a huge log cabin that had tables, facilities, even a little store to buy chips at. I was jogging [...]