03:06:2004 Entry: "Ann : Bead DREAM"
It's so strange when we dream about people and places we haven't seen since we were young, yet at the same time we're the same age in the dream as we are now, we're not younger.
I was at my grandmother's house and had a bunch of beading supplies on her furniture. Someone spilled them all over the carpet and I was frantically trying to gather them up. They were glass beads, not stone. This happened a couple of times in the dream, like groundhog day.