I dreamed about my tea stall friends, who I rarely see any more, I dreamed I was at the market, only it was in an airport and I was going away.
The tea stall people caught up with me before I went and gave me a bag of softmints and a key to the airport and told me they were sad I was going and they knew I would be back.

I felt incredibly sad and lost as they walked away and left me to embark on my mysterious journey.

I woke up with the terrors about church and police, and depression.