Centred on the estate, I'm with my bro and we have drugs... like one of all kinds of drugs, but only one of each type. He is passing them to me for safekeeping and I put them into a wooden carved box with a metal clasp.
Next, I go to find some friends to dream with. There is a sleepover in one of the houses were we are planning to dream share a world. It's where Emma's house used to be.. but almost like the astral version of the estate.
I'm with the same friends from this first dream the other night where I was showing them dream-sharing. I head into the house and upstairs to the largest bedroom it's dark and heavy velvet curtains are at the window The whole room has the feel of a large old fashioned 4 poster bed. On the huge bed, 4 of them are laying half and half out of a dream. I'm telling them a story as they sleep to set the stage for the dream we will share/create and it's a romance. Hazy now but I had awareness of the room and there sleeping forms and could also see the dream they were making and the roles they had taken. I leave them to sleep and go down into the kitchen.
The kitchen is amazing! It's 60's 70's style like below but dark blue not green, I was very lucid and the kitchen looked fantastic, so retro not like I've ever seen or been in before and I was looking around at the patterns and colours and thinking how good it was when a woman walked in. Dressed in 60's style black hair curled and styled, tall slim and glamorous - she was a little surprised to see me and I told her... 'You won't recognise me I used to be a friend of your daughter Marie a long time ago' (Though she looked nothing like Marie's mum, at least not how I recall her... she was too tall and young, but I guess I could have been small) She seemed happy to let me enjoying looking around her kitchen.
Last dreams were jumbled, more sort of just visions and messages. A bottle in a washing machine. Children of a Second Generation and a sky upgrade needed.
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