Dream Journal<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was travelling with Max Miller… it involved going down a river in, I think a sort of raft? I don’t remember what exactly we were supposed to be looking at, but we kept running into crocodiles. One of them came up onto the raft, and I had to climb the tree to get out of the way and then had to apologise to Max Miller for screaming at the crocodile. At the end of the trip I mentioned I hadn’t known before that crocodiles came in so many different colours (they had been brightly coloured like poison dart frogs).<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After that we ended up in a… shop? museum? library? Could really have been any of the above. There was something about bathrooms that I only have the vaguest memory of – I feel like we ended up in the staff area for some reason. We were getting ready to leave, and had to find my mother. She texted us that she was in the large hall (it had a specific name, which I’ve forgotten), which I assumed was going to be a room full of tables, but turned out to be an auditorium. While we were walking around I suddenly remembered that the very fancy jacket I was wearing didn’t actually belong to me, and I was going to have to remember to return it before leaving. Then I noticed that the pin I was wearing had lost its backing and while I was looking around for it, I saw my friend Lauren and her kids and sister (except her sister didn’t look like her irl sister… but I have the sense that she did look like someone else I know irl) and went along to say hi and surprise them that we both happened to be in this out of town place at the same time. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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