Baby blue vintage convertible.


I dreamed of driving a baby blue vintage convertible. I had beautiful beige roofing and classy silver detailing. I remember going down this movie-Esque road on a picture-perfect mountainside with no traffic in sight. I saw unending greenery on my left and towering boulders on my right. The scene felt amazing and surreal; I didn't feel tethered to any expectations and pressures of everyday life.  It was bliss because I felt free. I woke up drooling, not because of the luxury but because I felt light. For a couple minutes in that dream, I didn't have to carry so much. 

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