Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/10/2018
By Talon
I was at my grandmas house. It almost seemed like I was 10 again (the age I was when I lived with her). We were talking, and she seemed to be very happy about something. It switched, and in was back to my current self. I was playing guitar and singing some songs to her, which always makes her really happy. Suddenly, I was outside in her front yard. I was walking down he slope to the street. (It was a warm day and the sun was shining). I'm not sure what happened next, but I remember her and I were walking down the street towards the direction of the town. The dream skipped, and I appeared to be in a fair. There was a lady I was working for apparently...she was dressed like a stereotypical gypsy for some reason. She seemed to have a bad temper, so I was very careful about how I acted and what I said to her. I went inside of her gypsy wagon (I guess that's what it was), and there was a guy in there. He was hiding from someone, and for some reason, he picked the bed as a hiding place. The gypsy lady started to come in, so I hurried up and covered up the guy with blankets. I distracted the lady, and she didn't notice the guy. I went back outside, and saw a booth where a woman was making enormous cinnamon buns. I asked her if she liked the pretzel I made, and she said no.