At around 3:50am this morning, I had to use the toilet. Earlier, I dreamt of my paternal relatives. There was a room filled with my family, too, and Dad was presiding.
He had a gavel and everyone agreed to something – that I should have (ALL) seven pieces of property. The “title” or pieces of paper were small enough to fit in the palm of my right hand. These were wrapped hastily in a light, purple velvety material.
We all left the room to my right field of vision. And I had my paper in hand and was feeling good. There was another dream but I forget.
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