I stood on a dimly lit stage, feeling the anticipation of the audience as I performed with raw emotion and connected with fellow actors. Awaking from the dream, I felt that I had been part of something magical and captivating.

I juggled glowing orbs in a meadow, each hue reflecting a different emotion and memory, creating a symphony of emotions. As I lost control and the orbs shattered, I was left longing to return to the fleeting beauty of the juggling dream.

I happened upon an opening in a cave system that held there nests and 3 dead giant bald eagles, one in each nest. The emotion upon discovering them wasnt overtly negative; but rather my brain trying hard to remember the basic details so I wouldnt forget when I woke up.