The dream about the time I was in a meadow of pink and green foliage and flowers. I was wearing that chessboard dress again and in the sky was a huge flower made of more versions of me and my dress. It was big enough to be a cloud or a spaceship. I held my hand in this position again, holding a single hand-drawn flower. I must have picked it from another meadow, in another dream.
The dream about this abstract space that was both indoors and outdoors. My outfit matched the floor again. I was holding onto two balloons, shaped like my head. I couldn’t see the string but could feel it, I could also feel the force of the balloons but somehow I was rooted on the ground and didn’t float off into the abyss.
