Log #15

there were several scenes and each was pretty intense. however, just like what happened with my previous dreams these past few months, i can’t remember them clearly. i can only say that i was in a kitchen – familiar to me in the dream but not in real life – looking at different utensils on the countertop. i then found a stainless bread canister, in it a medium-sized french bread sliced into two. one slice was generously sprinkled with chocolate and the other was coated with cheese spread.

in another scene, i saw my niece. she was a few years older than she really is now. dressed in black and wearing a black feathered head piece, she walked into the living room. she was a blooming teenager and carried an air of indifference. much like how i had been, i guess.