The happy place

This dream I write down and what is significant to me is the lack impression it made on me even though it carries what I believe to be a very bad Omen.

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I dreamt I was in France. In an apartment.

There was an older lady there with black hair. She was sitting on the floor of a newly renovated room without furniture. She wore colourful clothes; a dark blue dress and a white blouse with a flower pattern.

She had a hammer in her hand. While we were talking, she used it like a fly swatter to smash little tiny pigeon chicks, size of gnats.

When they died there was no blood they just disappeared.

She did it very casually like they were no more than flies to her, but with enough force that even in the dream I was concerned about the parquet floor (but not the pigeons even though I really like them (in the waking world)).

She even swatted one with the hammer against my forehead, but I didn’t even feel it. She didn’t even pause her speaking then.

I can’t remember a single word of what she was saying. I only remember her mouth moving, and a faint smile on her serious face.