Bergamo dream journal

As usual, I remember very little.

Mom and I were in England; we were going to see the Queen open parliament. First we were watching her go by, in the street; we were at the front of the crowd. Her vehicle (a bus) stopped; the crowd surge forward, the doors opened for a moment, then closed; on me! I was for a moment trapped; I looked up and the Queen was standing before me. Then the doors opened, and out I went.

One thought on “Bergamo dream journal

  1. So. The thing about using a blog to autobiographize is that you create false metadata. This post was actually posted on December 11, 2019. I don’t think I’m out to solve every problem created by doing it this way, but these things are interesting to note.

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