Three Women

I dreamt three beautiful young dark-haired women came to visit me in my mansion. I let them in and prepared 3 drinks for them. For one of them, I prepared an orange drink (one that my mother makes for me in real life that's supposed to be healthy). The girl drinks it and tells me it is bitter. I say "oh really?" and taste it myself. It is indeed bitter. I then add a type of light blue powder to the drink and mix it. I taste it again. The bitterness is gone, and the drink fizzes pleasantly like pop-rocks on my tongue, making me feel awake. The librarian who works at my library, Christina, stands off to the side and watches me with an approving expression on her face.

Thoughts?

Alma

You approve of yourself. ...and you are no longer bitter.

Thank you Thunder Bow. Your responses are greatly uplifting, as always. Much appreciated...