At least I think that’s where I was. That’s what the name of it sounded like, but I also think it was some place else. Shockingly I wasn’t doing ANY work. I was with a family, but I don’t know how I knew them. I think I had in one of the sisters, but it was one of those things that I knew them, but I didn’t know them. We were staying in a really nice hotel overlooking the water. We were close to the water, but we were also high up on a hill with one hell of a view. I’m not sure if Macau has big hills.
I was working on something on my MacBook Pro again. I think it was something for a video for my YT channel, but I didn’t get far enough into to see what the project was. Not long after that, we took a walk down to the beach. White sands and warm blue water. (I think the beach part comes from finding out the beach water back home was around 85F) It was nice stroll arm in arm with a girl, but I never saw her. She wasn’t a ghost, I just never turned to look at her. Just talked and walked.
I’m noticing that my dreams, at least when there’s enough of one to remember when I wake up, seem to come in spurts. I’ll have a couple dreams, then it seems like I don’t have any for a while. It could just be my perception, but I have no way to know for sure.