Dream Journal 31-03-16
I am able to recall two distinct dreams from last night.
In the first, I was moaning at my youngest brother (in Japanese and Spanish) for messing up my Chinese fan.
In the second, I was a pastry chef by profession. My speciality was in making breads, I battled with making puddings and sweet pastries so I stuck to running a bakery down on the beachfront. In the dream I was scouring the globe in search for the perfect sandwich.