Adams dream diary. Here is what I dreamt last night. I’m in Rome. I’m sitting on a picnic bench talkin to two teenage Americans. A boy and a girl. Mainly talking to the girl. On top of a building are lots of big gold statues.
One is on a chariot and every few seconds it comes alive like a cuckoo clock and very smoothly rolls around in a semi circle and plunges a gold sword into some sort of animal. The animals feathers all stick up when this happens. Everyone on the ground below gasps. Then the gold thing rolls back to where it was
I’m talking to the girl and trying to impress her by speaking in lots of funny accents and holding some sort of phrase book
any ideas what this means?
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Yes. You’re delightfully mental.