August 28, 2018
This dream isn’t that clear. All, I remember is a woman, maybe me, was going north to a small town, population zero or not many people. She sees an edge of water, possible Michigan, Milwaukee. She was anxious because she didn’t have a place to stay when she arrived in the town. The bus driver, or possible train assistant, was wearing a cap.
August 31, 2018
Betray, Hope