Dreams intrigue me. I’ve always been able to remember them in tiniest details and I’m very interested in interpretation of dreams: what’s my subconscious trying to communicate?
This is my latest dream (with some details missing) and it carries a very powerful message to self: My whole family’s in a park in Stuttgart and I’m arguing with a cheerful homeless person who’s throwing little bits of his poo, wrapped up in some toilet paper, into our car through an open window.
I’m now split between thinking “I should finally clean our car” and “It’s not too bad, at least there are no bits of poo in it”.
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…writing down random stuff my kids say.