I can't shake this particular image even though it's rapidly fading.
It's this ecological pool, whatever that means. It was this giant deep pool inside a glass greenhouse. The borders were gray wooden slates. The water was so cold. I sat down, walked along the edge of the pool, looking up at the sun streaming in, the ivy hugging the glass panes.
I dreamed I bought 5 cans of Campbell's condensed chicken noodle soup. They were old and dusty. My brother didn't like them.
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