in this dream, i saw an old man catch a small rain cloud. complete with rain, thunder, and lightning.
he came up to me and invited me to touch the cloud and feel it.
at the edge of my fingertips, soft it was. somewhere between cotton and felt.
in laughter and in joy, he expressed it to me.
almost in a very mocking way.
Why such joy in such a strange event ?
right now, i think it metaphorically meant that in all his years of living, he finally has control over the storms of his life.
and he was provoking me with question in whether i had the same ?
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