14 Dec 2019
I remembered more of the dream this morning, but because I had to get going with my day with an early appointment, I didn’t jot it down straightaway, and so now only scarcely remember the ending of the dream:
I walk into a cafe and put a book down on a table. Someone is there already sitting, we’re meeting up and the cafe for me is associated with this place I used to go to in Heidelberg, Germany, the woman across the table I associate with a former classmate. The focus is then on the book, the cover of the book. It’s familiar to me, as if I’ve read it before, or am currently reading it, but now I don’t recall the title, nor even the letters on the cover of the book. And then I wake up.
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