Dream #1,353

Dreamt of sitting around the campfire with my nephew, Connor, and a handful of other warriors and warriesses (that’s what female warriors were called in our tribe). It was night time. We’d camped in a shallow ravine which served as a seasonal riverbed. The ground was muddy from the recent rain and the sky was still darkly overcast. We sharpened our swords as we waited for daybreak and the next battle.

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