So many dreams to report! First, I was in a colony. It might've been Reading, 1775. It was quite primitive, wet, and cold. I was supposed to marry some stranger, but chose Thomas, an old school friend from Denmark, instead. He was wearing a long green wool coat. He had fallen into the frozen creek and lost his clothes. I pulled him out by his arms and covered his naked body with a green woolen blanket. He was freezing.
I was hearing the Tom Tom Twins Genius of Love playing in my head.
Just like that I find the next dream slipping away, (I think Mummy was there), so I'm going on to the last, while I've got it. I was the passenger in my Kiwi friend, Tracey's, car. She had rather short red hair styled like Sheena Easton's, only a bit longer in the back like we wore in junior high, not a mullet, though. We were driving through tunnels when we came to an animated land like the old BEATLES cartoon. They were singing this song, something about a woman, a countess, of sorts. I was holding a phone out the window, trying to look up the song. We knew it, only we were sure it wasn't a BEATLES tune.
