This dream was only part of a larger dream. At this part, hubby and I had gone through a rather bad neighborhood and were in some sort of auditorium sitting on folding chairs. We were waiting for a performance to begin and I could hear the tuning of musical instruments.

On the floor, in the chair (?) I picked up a small, light green bulb. I put in in my mouth and take it out (this imagery is linked to a show I recently watched called Cat in the Womb). The chrysalis splits open and a huge, beautiful butterfly takes wing.


This is a strangely hopeful dream considering the point that I have been at all week.

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