My dream last night had me owning a condo in a high rise attached to a retail/market complex. But every time I came back to my condo, it had changed its position and where the doors where. I was handling that okay until the woman who in real life had been my foster child showed up with a small child and started making things crazy. That child is 16 now, so I don't think this is predictive!
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My dream last night had me owning a condo in a high rise attached to a retail/market complex. But every time I came back to my condo, it had changed its position and where the doors where. I was handling that okay until the woman who in real life had been my foster child showed up with a small child and started making things crazy. That child is 16 now, so I don't think this is predictive!
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