10 Nov 2001
11/10/01
Last night I dreamed I was at a picnic somewhere in Central America. Sheila and Papa were there. A green-and-blue butterfly, some kind of swallowtail, landed on my right index finger. That’s it.
Last night I dreamed I was at a picnic somewhere in Central America. Sheila and Papa were there. A green-and-blue butterfly, some kind of swallowtail, landed on my right index finger. That’s it.