January 2nd, 2000. I dream about having guests but instead of sitting somewhere we keep running and running. One is running along with her baby with a perambulator. It's not fun.
The dream is commenting on a social event later that day, that turned out to be too busy for me. I've only heard the melody line repeat over. It sounds depressing. I added some backing to get a feel of the stress in the dream: Running with the visitors.
