My dream was about my ex and I. We were both sightseeing in San Francisco. We were both looking for a building. I don’t quite remember all of the details. I
remember seeing myself sitting with him on the stairwell. In another scene we were both outside overlooking San Francisco Golden Gate bridge. I said to him you are lucky to live here. It’s not as great if you don’t have a bike he said. There you go…my dream.
Pardon the weird formatting and strange grammar. Hhaha. Tried to write this all out on my cellphone when I woke up. I figured it would be easier to do the voice activated typing while I am in bed, so that I dont forget to recall the dream. Next time I should press the DRAFT button instead of publish.