Yes I woke up at 6:00 am today.
I dreamed of the colonial era where I rode the transcontinental train with Lizzie and Sarah. There was no seat. Everybody just find their own space on the floor. It's like the dodgy Indian or African trains. There were many nationalities.
Everybody cook on the floor of the train. Somehow the floor of the train is like the roti canai stove. You can cook on them.
There were schoolboys in blue shirts and white pants with ties (prefects) fighting. These were British.
Nearby me were some Germans frying ostrich eggs. I had some and gave Sarah some. After we finish eating I offered to wash their cutlery. I had 2 while they had at least 10. Before I washed I woke up.
This was the first time I dreamed I was in this sort of adventure. It felt good. It invoked my aspiration to dream of going to a faraway land. The scenery wa[y] beautiful.
Adventure on a train during the colonial era. What an experience.
I woke up with a good feeling. It was as if I traveled through time. I was in high spirit.
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Nothing going [] [] on my parade today. I started on a good footing.
So the objective today is not to contact TraXX, I think I read something too.
Come to think of it, my life now is confined to my own personal experience, real or imagined.
I have to think that I live an extraordinary life. With all these dreams and imaginations, I have enough on my plate to keep myself on my toes.
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