A dream in which it’s Chile in the early 1970s and the fascist coup has just happened. I was attempting to come up with ways to write a letter that gives away info in such a way that if it gets into enemy hands, they won’t be able to decipher it. Writing in code.
Practically the same dream, but instead of a letter the secret message is in a set of dollhouse curtains I’m making.
This other dream was about a family—maybe I was watching a film about them. Three teen girls, one of whom may be nonbinary instead of a girl—androgynous, short dark hair.
At first the three of them are talking in a bedroom and it seems to be the Regency era.
Next scene: they’re in a different room, with their parents. There are towns of numerous chairs, at least four rows, at least six chairs in each row. They’re talking with their parents, and they all end up sitting in a row.
S. E. Wigget 