Another Lincoln Dream* | The Dreamweaver

I time traveled back to Abraham Lincoln’s funeral where I was s special guest of his cabinet.

I was desperately trying to find my mobile phone to see if it would work or perhaps take photos or videos, but it was nowhere to be found.

After the funeral, I returned to the present, arriving just in time for the concert I was giving that evening.

I went over to greet Richelle, the sister of a boyhood friend, who had come all the way to Europe to attend a concert I was giving.

When I approached her, I reached out for her hand and instead, touched her wrist which apparently was broken and covered in a cast and she recoiled in pain.

I apologized and walked over to one of the concert organizers and told her to make sure my friend had front row seats.

After the concert, Richelle came over to me and told me that she had been the sound engineer and asked if I thought the sound was good.

She then took her suitcase and walked away.

Then I woke up.

* This dream was first manifested on 14 March 2019

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