Dream #1,136

Dreamt of riding in my father’s fishing boat over crystal blue waters. The waves were large and rhythm and the travel was so light and easy. “Feels like were drifting in a canoe!” I said. Behind us to our left I could see a series of tall, narrow bluffs, much like chimneys, surrounded by cranes. And I knew that they were clearing away the land to make more lake.

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