A little bit better recall last night. There was one classical mother dream - I spare you. Again containing our old house - and my grandmother. Once more that theme of being in some way or other in that other house, where I used to get thrown out and lately leave on my own - but always something different is a reason for a bad consciousness towards these parents - me having done something wrong - twice with other people involved with me and my mischief.. Funnily - again there was music in my dream - this time the father of the house started singing some historical x-mas hymns.. Also again a bus ride/journey. Boring stuff with forgetting things in the bus. Searching for money, seemingly going lost all the time.. Later stopping at a bakery for cake - and it ends up a butcher´s shop but with lots of books on how to do butchery and a talkative butcher.. I got my cake anyway from him. Later were again derelict houses present - and me wondering, if one could squat in them or find something interesting. One thing I feel I got from the menthol-thread - having rose-shoots and inventing some system to fast-grow them in maybe 40 cm diameter and 1.5 m high glass tubes - and these were full with plants and soil - and especially long mushrooms - and the roses liked that and made their way up the tubes. This I proudly presented to my grandmother.
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