I had the most beautiful dream last night. I was walking down this dirt road with someone and we turned into this farmland, and walked through the grass to his house. This lovely red farmhouse surrounded by trees and crops. When we got to the house we saw that we had left our luggage behind at the road. Then I woke up. I have somewhat of a love/hate relationship with dreams. I love when I remember a dream, but I hate trying to pick apart the pieces of them to understand what they mean. Maybe this one means that things are too good to be true, or just that we are always missing something. Or maybe, just maybe, it was only a dream.
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