Dream Journal
I was in the computer room of my mother’s basement. Melissa stood in front of me wanting to play with me. I grabbed the jump rope but it is too short for both of us to jump together. It had bright pink handles and was made for a child - both of us are grown.
I turned her around so that her back is pressed close to my stomach. I said, “Ready,” so that we could synchronize our jumps and spun the rope around our heads. We both jumped over it, but it isn’t long enough to swing it back around.
I don’t try again.
Themes: Melissa