This month’ s column we take a journey into a romantic interlude, using time travel to escape aliens, and flowers from a deceased daughter.
I had a very romantic dream about a man I really like. We walked in a park hand in hand and then were transported into his bedroom. Along the length of one wall was a lot coal fire, flames were flickering. The opposite wall contained a window and outside it was a dark, stormy night with the sea waves crashing against the rocks outside. His bed was soft and warm like a marshmallow where we kissed. The dream was vivid and highly romantic emotionally.
Read the interpretation at Bellesprit Magazine