This is kind of cute. I have recurring dreams where I'm driving on a one-way highway across the

middle of an ocean and I look down to see dozens of whales swimming just below the surface.

I'm drawn to them but can never stop the car to watch or touch them and no one else in the car

can see them. Ooh. That's so neat. There's meaning there. There is, okay, one lane highway, so there's only one way to go. You have to go forward. There's things that you want to take the time to like smell the roses and appreciate. The whales also probably shouldn't be touched or bothered. True. And other people aren't seeing these things. Like you're not feeling seen in your desire. But you're having the experience still. There's something in between you and them that you seem to, because it's not like,

and I'm trying to get out of the car and I'm trying to, it seems that you are on your journey

and you're noticing and appreciating these things that want to interact with you. Yeah.

That like you're having your own sort of like spiritual experience with, even though you are in your own little bubble, they are the whales. They are the whales. But yeah, I think that's really interesting. Like I don't know if it's like either you're not supposed to look back. Right. You don't want to be distracted while you're driving to notice the scenery, but maybe you're kind of like resent.

Like it's interesting that like, I don't know if you're driving the car, but the other people who could actually look at it aren't seeing it. Yeah. They're not seeing the beauty that you can see. Yeah. I would be interested if you're driving the car because then is it like, are you wishing, I wish I didn't have to drive this car. I wish I could look at the whales and someone else would drive this car.

Maybe you're in a situation where you have to drive the car.

You can't look at the whales and someone else would drive this car. Maybe you're in a situation where you have to drive the car, you can't look at the whales and no one else is even appreciating the whales. Yeah, many such cases. I think that dream was really interesting. I love that. I love that. Rich one. Yeah, rich text. A rich text. The first night when me and my boyfriend moved together, we both dreamt that I had triplets.

They were all the size of thumbs. In my dream, they looked kind of like worms, and I dreamed

about the actual labor. His dream ended after the birth where his mom threw away one of the babies

because she deemed it not good enough. Can confirm it wasn't a pregnancy dream, so I think our minds

were just collabing that night.

It hasn't happened before or sent. The triplets. Triplets. Something had to be going on. Like how do you both dream? I mean, I think, okay, you both moved to a new place. It's you, your partner, and some new energy, right? Three, three babies. Three babies. One of which the mom doesn't approve of. Interesting. But also, yeah, the, I mean, I think triads are like cycles, you know, like life, death, rebirth situation. I mean, that could make sense, like something coming in three. I also was like, is it just like you're in over your heads? There's, like, more than you can handle. His mom, him getting a dream where his mother throws away one of his children. I'm like, we got to circle back with him. That's something to check in about. That's something to check in about. You and your little worm triplets, I'm not concerned about that. I think that sounds fun. The mom throwing away the baby deeming it not good enough. Something to keep an eye on. Something's going on. Oh my gosh. Wait, this is

kind of a you-coated dream. I frequently have a version of this dream where I'm at the beach with my boyfriend and there's a family with a baby next to us. The baby is getting so, so sunburn to the point of blisters, but I'm the only one that seems to care. Everyone else at the beach is even mad at me for caring.

That's an Eliza-Coded dream.

That is an Eliza-coded thing that happens in real life.

Like you see a baby getting burned? Constantly, well, not. I constantly see a baby. Somehow I'm always in the vicinity of a baby who is too young to really be out in public in the way that it is and its head is not being supported. I have been distracted through several meals of my entire life,

like looking over my shoulder, watching a baby with its little head like that.

Oh my gosh. I also see babies who are in carriers who, you know, the baby's supposed to be like up high so that it doesn't crunch on its neck and suffocate. And they're always hanging low.

And it's like I want to want to be that 24 year old, like walking up somebody's like, I want, that we don't even know about.

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