Deb has made a couple of small, wooden ducks that are beautiful. She has made one other thing as well, but I cannot remember what it is. She wants to sell them to a woman who has a gift shop. Another woman and I go with her to the shop. It is a small shop. A young woman is there, not the owner. The young woman says no to Deb.
Deb then puts on my winter jacket which feel invasive to me. I tell her to be careful with it. We then go to a pasture. There are horses and some people riding horses in the pasture. I get out of the car and start taking photographs.
Does Deb really work in wood? Or is that a metaphor? Your dreams are focusing more on your creative world, and that is so nice!