This corresponds to a powerful dream I had (although in the dream there was more water and it was raining); a tiny road cut into the cliffs spiraled down into the chasm and reaching the bottom after barely making it in a tiny vehicle of some sort I was transported back in time to a domestic house in the mid-1960s, complete with antique tv and rotary phones. I wanted to stay in that safe and protected space and while that may have been an option, I instinctively knew I had to leave it and return to the present, but it brought me a sadness.


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