I dreamt I was making a salad. It was a basic romaine and then the dressing was a sharp almost horseradish-y mustard mixed with olive oil, parsley, honey, and salt/pepper?? not sure what else. But for some reason it was really good. My exboyfriend's mom and step dad were eating the salad and kept wanting more. She was sick and couldn't believe she was getting her appetite back and wanted the recipe. The book was propped open in the fridge, so the stepdad's best friend Phil held it open while I read her the ingredients. Then she gave me a hug and said good bye... like a good bye for good.
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Then I was at a friend's house. They were redoing everything. Like they had a wall that they decided to make a double door entry with an amazing clear stained-glass (sounds not right) window that was in the door as well as the wall. I was so happy they made it the entry because it looked so open and fit the size of the house better.
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