|Posted: February 18, 2008, 9:36 am - IP Logged|
There was an elevator.
My ex and daughter had three children with us.. They were all in strollers.
We were pushing them across a street intersection. I couldn't get my stroller to roll.
Cars were waiting.
I dreamed I had a time pushing my stroller into the elevator.
There was a set of twins in this dream. They were wearing read t-shirts.
We drove up north and there was snow.
My ex. step daughter lived there. She was selling pampered chef. I was trying to get back home.