I am in a White House with two bedrooms that open up to a small living area. I am sharing the space with my deceased brother. Outside is not outside the front door opens up to what feels like the streets of Manhattan but the sky is artificial so it reminds of me of a movie set city. There are few people around. Everyone is eating escargot. My dream flashes and I’m in Hierve el Agua climbing trying not to slip and fall off the mountain side. There’s pools of water on the way up but my grasp is firm even though I know I’m touching water.
(18/3/2020)
(18/3/2020)