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Dreaming of Cafe<\/strong> Interpretation of Cafe Dream<\/strong> Photo prompt – cafe<\/a>. <\/p>\n Dreaming of CafeA cafe can be a meeting place for social and official communications. One night, I dreamed of visiting[…]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[934],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/artmater.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/487"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/artmater.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/artmater.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artmater.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artmater.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=487"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/artmater.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/487\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22217,"href":"https:\/\/artmater.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/487\/revisions\/22217"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/artmater.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=487"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artmater.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=487"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artmater.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=487"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
A cafe can be a meeting place for social and official communications. One night, I dreamed of visiting a cafe. Out of the blue, I met my old friend, who I had not seen for many years. He asked me why I didn’t wait for him. I said many years had passed and I didn’t know he was waiting for me. It was a paradox. he thought I knew I was to wait for him. While I was unaware he assumed I would wait for him. He expressed his frustration. It was so exasperating that I woke up.<\/p>\n
This dream was probably triggered by nostalgia for the past. Sometimes, I think about my old friends and how they have fared in life. I wonder how things could have turned out if events went another direction. My nostalgia for the past may have triggered this dream.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/artmater.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/Scan_201903151-300x215.jpg\")
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