Well, I remember it being a room that was square and it was like kind of a judgment room. So, like wooden chairs and like red seats, uh, where like red pillows on it. Um, and there was some weird ritual going on. And it was about me kind of, but at the same time, I wasn't there , I don't know what the ritual was about.
And it was about you, but you were not in the dream. How did you know it's about you?
That's this like these questions, you, it's hard to answer that with dreams, you know, it's like what's up with you and the dreams?
Because t differs. Sometimes I feel like you see yourself in third person, sometimes in first person, sometimes you act like in real life, sometimes you just witness, but, um, like you're still in the world, but you're not acting, so, yeah. It's really shit that they're so like fleeting and when you wake up, like they, they like go through your hands and it's like, there's so much beauty and power in dreams, I think.
