<oembed><type>rich</type><version>1.0</version><title>❒ PictureRoom wrote</title><author_name>❒ PictureRoom (npub1c8…lne96)</author_name><author_url>https://nostr.now/npub1c8n9qhqzm2x3kzjm84kmdcvm96ezmn257r5xxphv3gsnjq4nz4lqelne96</author_url><provider_name>njump</provider_name><provider_url>https://nostr.now</provider_url><html>I had a dream last night:&#xA;&#xA;I dreamed that I was spending time with a Polish girl who was around my age - somewhere in her mid-thirties. She was very intelligent and told me that Buckminster Fuller had been one of her professors in school, which I found fascinating.&#xA;&#xA;We sat together on a park bench, talking about all kinds of things. At first, I didn’t think she would be particularly interested in me, but as we continued talking, we gradually bonded more and more. Eventually, she told me that she made trails in the woods.&#xA;&#xA;We went to a beautiful wooded area and began working on a trail together. There were some enormous stones that I somehow managed to lift and move. I arranged them into stairs leading up a very steep path. It was difficult, but we had a lot of fun creating the trail together.&#xA;&#xA;The fact that she made trails in the woods felt especially meaningful because I love going into the woods by myself and doing things like that. There was probably some personal significance in that connection.&#xA;&#xA;After we finished part of the trail, we walked up it and reached a high cliffside viewpoint where we could see a great distance. The view was beautiful. Then we walked together for a long time, alongside what seemed like Niagara Falls or perhaps a very wide, beautiful river.&#xA;&#xA;We talked about many things before eventually sitting down to rest. While we were sitting together, we casually kissed a few times. The kisses were very light, but the whole moment felt enchanting. It was simply wonderful to sit with her and share that closeness.&#xA;&#xA;Then the dream shifted. We flew over the river or the Niagara Falls-like body of water - on something that seemed like a broomstick. There was a great deal of fog, and as we flew closer to it, we began to get a little wet. I explained to her that it was condensation: the fog made everything damp. She had never experienced anything like that before.&#xA;&#xA;Then I woke up.</html></oembed>