Dreams (2 of 2): A Car and a Cure.

The other week I dreamnt -

A (middle-aged) (white) woman with shorter brunette hair was standing in front of me and I couldn't see her face, but she had an abscess on her forearm, and she took out a needle and thread and calmly drew it through it, like the doctor had told her to.

Later, I was on the street and was looking into an abandoned car that had one window down, and I saw a lot of stuff piled up high in the back seat, with a few tattered older copies of a magazine I subscribe to scattered on top.

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