I just had a dream.
Very interesting. I too had a dream (so did MLK). In my dream, I was with my grandpa and he showed me a painting he did (he’s not artistic at all) that had a lot of symbolism of important events in his life. I can only remember one of the events he portrayed, and that event was something that mainly affected me and my sister. As he was showing me this I was trying to hold back tears. I woke up at this point and there were tears in my eyes. Bizarre, right?in which a female Hitler was passing out joints rolled like thick cigarettes and making them smoke them. The pot didn’t look like pot, but like ash. It was black and white and reminded me of a film I would watch in a history class.
I have no idea why I had this dream.
