I am walking near the ocean and I see Tom Cruise get out of his car with his daughter. She is shrouded in a tent from the hospital. She has cancer. I go to him and ask if I can be of assistance. He hesitates, so many people barrage him daily to get a photo. People rarely genuinely care about him or his family.

Next dream

I am married to a man that I deeply love. We have a girl child together. My husband cheats on me. I love him still. There is a scandal but I don't leave him. He is from another dimension or planet. There are several others like him. Some warring against others, but beneath the war they seem to get along, if not actually like each other. We wear Victorian clothing and talk on cell phones. It is a contradiction. His people are vulnerable to dirt. Dirt thrown on them, or into their mouths can kill them or make them very ill. Water also makes them ill but they need to drink it. On their planet, they fly in machines that are akin to highly mechanized hang gliders. The warring faction of people, come and take our daughter. They want my husband to do something for them. My husband cries from the depth of his heart. Somehow we get her back and then we are gathered with all the people from his planet. I tell them that we have hang gliders similar to the machines they flew back home. I also tell them that humans are vulnerable to dirt, but in a different way. I am about to tell them about germs, bacteria and viruses, but I realize that they may use this knowledge to harm others. They look at me and laugh, saying inhabitants that live on a planet where weather changes constantly and fire gives way to water are impervious to anything.
I wake up.

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