Dream Journal
I remember very, very little this morning. The only solid image I can recall is a long, metal trailer home, which is where I lived, or was staying.It sat at the bottom of a sandy ocean, amidst green seaweed. The light was an ethereal white-blue colour with the ripples dancing across the ocean floor. It didn't surprise me that we were undersea but I do remember feeling that something wasn't quite right about it.
Inside it was dry and warm. I have a feeling that it was I who was keeping the water out, by using some sort of energy spell.
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