I dream that I am the guardian of a magic stone portal. It was built by Leonardo Da Vinci and connects different places in the world. I have to stop the tour headed to Rome because there are magic bubbles blowing in the portal and it’s dangerous to cross.
I dream that there is a tree growing under my neighbor’s balcony, one night I go to touch it. The leaves are soft and colorful. I clean all the plastic and garbage on the ground below it.
I dream about having a cooking contest before Easter lunch. Two people in my family are competing as I wait on the couch with my stomach rumbling. The ingredients must come from one specific little town.