Written 11 June 2020, Thursday 12:47pm:
Driving across a bridge, with my parents, I’m on the passenger side next to the driver, my dad. We’re on some kind of road trip, traveling to . . . Nicaragua, came to mind in the dream, but when I tried to think of where we are on a map, I couldn’t. I thought we were in the southeast of the U.S. crossing a bridge in Florida to the Keys. Towards the end of the bridge as we get closer to the mainland the road is canopied by these large, leafy green trees with enormous white rose flowers. Only a few flowers remain, most have fallen off or been picked. . . After the canopy of trees we reach a clearing, then the bridge turns towards a forest city. I was thrilled to be arriving there, excited to explore. . . Then the perspective changes to a view of a map, and I see the lines of roads we would be or are currently going through.
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