San Francisco 🌸

Date: 1/31/2020

Back in San Francisco and I don’t want to leave. The colors were so vibrant all around me and the people were so friendly. Everyone I walked by would treat me like a friend, many offered me weed and I accepted which just made every color more and more saturated. At one point I was on a blue metal staircase above a park full of palm trees, and I watched a solar eclipse while a purple and blue ring around the moon also surfaced. We all stared in awe of the beauty. Then I was free riding laying down on some kind of board on one of the high hills across the bay with the most beautiful view of the city and the Golden Gate Bridge, and it was such a long fall and the wind was blowing through my hair. The woman I was with (someone I had seen on tv) to come help my friend who was hurt at a concert at one point in the dream was free falling in front of me and turned back to tell me how lucky I was to see a view like this. Enjoy. That’s when the dream became a little lucid and I did not want to wake up. I was running through a subway stationed splattered with pretty colors and art and all the people were waiting for the train and staring at me when I ran by, no one would talk to me anymore. I kept crying and talking to myself about how much I wish this wasn’t a dream and I don’t want to wake back up in Ohio. I was so so upset and I found a mirror and checked my face up and down to speak to myself for a moment and see how I looked before I woke up. Then I woke up.