The river drank dry

Date: 5/30/2020

I'm recording this a day late, but what I remember is that Panagiota and I had houses on opposite sides of a river. Unlike the blue hue of most of my dreams, this was golden. Like early evening sunlight casting a around everything. I can see the light sparkling on the flowing water and surrounding the tree limbs which hung lazily into the water. There were chaotic locals boating, yelling things at me. Not threatening, but not exactly joyful either. I remember feeling confused. Panagiota bent down and began to drink the river until no water flowed. She drank the until it was completely empty. Left over was the earth below where it cracked and dried almost instantly. She looked over at me and smiled.