Another dream log. One that was vivid and beautiful.
There were a lot of colors. A big advert in the middle of the highway promoting Toy Story Happy Meals and whatnot. A strange feeling of calm as my father and I took the white-colored bus and had a pleasant ride striding through bright roads as sunshine poured out through the windows.
A good dream to soothe the nerves. A good dream to ignite more hope, in this otherwise bittersweet year – a good kind of longing for something better. A safe kind of travel, without the ban.
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