I generally remember about 25 % of my dreams. That's just a rough estimate because who knows how much I'm really dreaming and how much I really remember. Well, today I remember bits and pieces of last nights dream and what I remember makes me happy. I dreamt I was with my brothers at my parents house in Ramona. We were at the kitchen table craving pumpkins, I think, and I think I was pestering my older brother. I don't know exactly what I was saying or doing but I had everyone in stitches. Even myself. Laughing so hard we were crying.
Beautiful dreams like that are great contributors to beautiful days.
De Nada Limonada
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