I wonder what I should make of last night’s dream.
I was walking along a country lane. A little way ahead and
to my left was a cottage set at a right angle to the road. On the other side of
the lane was a lake. Every time I tried to walk past the cottage, the road
surface adjacent to the gable end became either flooded or covered with treacherous
ice, and I never did get past. I tried several times and eventually woke up.
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