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A few days ago I had a peculiar dream.
I dreamt of an old sage, living in a kind of an Asian monastery, who asked me to find pink roses and bring some of them. I do not remember the circumstances of this whole event, so can`t tell why he needed these flowers. I went outside the splendid building to the courtyard and found a bush with magnificent roses; I instantly felt overwhelming happiness and calmness.
Then I woke up in an excellent mood.
That was my very first time I had dreamt about flowers and about something pink.