I woke up crying, I dreamed that I was sorting out my perfume, and in one of the old jars I found two dead chickens. I don't know what it's related to, maybe I ate something wrong , or maybe I'm already depressed and my brain can't digest what's happening outside the window and inside me.
I woke up crying, I dreamed that I was sorting out my perfume, and in one of the old jars I found two dead chickens.
I don't know what it's related
to, maybe I ate something wrong
, or maybe I'm already depressed and my brain can't digest what's happening outside the window and inside me.