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Sep 06, 2020
In Dreams for Interpretation
Huge drop off box like a shipping container in hospital. It's like I work there. And I dropped off things I bought as gifts for colleagues. I met John, a neighbour from my childhood neighbourhood. He was sad and was crying. His mother is sick... cancer... but no money to get therapy or treatment from the hospital. My mother appeared and I asked my mom. She said can get help from the hospital but depends on the staff. Some are helpful. Some aren't. John said his mom used Ribena as home therapy/treatment. Isaac - in his high school age - with backpack, heavy with books. He was negotiating with his teacher on homework.


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