I am looking at a
picture that becomes real. It’s a building divided
into two that is in Wicklow, Ireland where my dad is from – except it
isn’t a real place I’ve ever been. It’s by the sea and is very faded. It
looks like Cornwall but I know it’s Wicklow.

Later in the dream in another place my friend Richard gets a job in a
country garden in England and is happy. He’s wearing a hat and the
garden is very green with pink flowers. It’s vivid but a bit overcast.

Denise from Essex UK.