My brain handed my my worst dream this morning.
In my dream, I drive up to my first house, the first one I ever bought. For me, it was a farm house. The animals are dead of neglect. The dog can barely raise his head. The house is a shamble of neglect, barely standing. Clearly in the dream I was away, at work, trying to make things work.
I dislike when my brain pulls these emotional images on me in the early morning.
In my dream, I drive up to my first house, the first one I ever bought. For me, it was a farm house. The animals are dead of neglect. The dog can barely raise his head. The house is a shamble of neglect, barely standing. Clearly in the dream I was away, at work, trying to make things work.
I dislike when my brain pulls these emotional images on me in the early morning.