I awoke to remember a dream. I saw that my desktop succor punch by Steevo had broken off completely at its base! The quartz crystal itself appeared to have been “burnt” from the inside or smoky brown in coloration. I recall trying to point the broken piece at Robert, whom I kept telling to take care of Donna in the past few days. Robert was sitting in the back seat while I was driving. He kept talking about stuff, which I do not recall.
The next dream involved lots of people. We were inside a house. I felt they were mostly Filipinos. One room had carpeting over what appeared to be rocks. And the rocks were split in the “left side” of this slope, which I could see rises up to the roof. I had in my mind’s eye that they were over a fault line, which was created by an earthquake earlier. That room appeared to be a “make-shift” auditorium or something.
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