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Sunday, 3 January 2016
Dreams.. What do they mean?
Last night I dreamed I was with work colleagues on a small plane and we were forced to make an emergency landing. We landed in a small African community in the middle of nowhere. I wasn't afraid. The people were friendly and gave us cotton clothing to wear because of the harsh heat. I emailed my work (which is mad because who has service in the middle of nowhere) and told them we were safe and to come and get us when they could. I don't know which work colleagues I was with nor who the pilot was. I do remember the plane was a small aircraft, white with red writing (I remember seeing the letters KENY on the side of the plane). I remember feeling happy and safe but because of the lovely people in the village not because of my work colleagues. Any interpretation appreciated.
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Ok, after a good laugh, I've decided that this means the future has soft landings in store for you!
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