Among the half dozen dreams I had last night (I'm exhausted!) was a dream about a long long line of refugees walking through the countryside.  They looked western European, maybe, not sure. They were trying to reach a small town nearby. 

Near the town I had a conversation with a gentleman who was excited to have a bus to use to sleep in for the winter. He was very very grateful for this.

I don't know what my purpose was in the dream.  I seemed to just be an observer.

blink

Damla,
I didn't realize I said it that way...that's interesting. Being an observer does serve a purpose, doesn't it?

Lucy,
Maybe I can try to go back. I haven't tried that before but it might be interesting to do. I don't know why I thought it was Europe...I just did.

blink