I dreamt that I attended a funeral. It wasn’t me, but I definitely wasn’t sure who it was who has died.
It was in a very grassy place with lots of greenery.
Then the funeral ended, and people were staying to speak to each other, but I picked up my guitar and I left. I then walked a little way down the road to try to take a cab, but there were three middle-aged women who started trying to get cabs too.
I ended up pushing and shoving with them.
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And then I woke up and I had to go to work to complete my notice period.
Hmmmm.
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I’ve had my fair share of funerals in bed. they say it’s a sign that change is coming. perhaps it was inspired by the notice period? which is, incidentally, how i stumbled upon your moosic. i know i may be 2 years late, but great stuff