Part of the reason I wanted to do this was as sort of a dream diary of sorts. There's certain dreams I'd rather not talk about here where others might see them, it's part of the reason I had wanted to get a journal with a lock for Christmas last year, something to record my dreams and perhaps understand what they might mean. But a while ago, I've had some vivid ones. In this entry of my journal I will describe one that I've kept thinking about.
I awakened in what appears to be a city. It is overcast and you can't see the sun through the clouds, but there is a faint light. Looking behind me I notice what looks like an underground passage, much like you would see for a Subway, but the entrance has a giant stone angel statue above it. She looks sullen. I presume that's how I made my way to this place. There's signs of life but the place is not lively, almost as if people go about their day with a sense of hopelessness, or perhaps they feel nothing at all. I walk into one of the buildings, the inside resembles a shopping mall, but the entrances to these places don't look like stores. I walk into one of them and I see what appears to be funerary urns. I don't know why but I attempt to steal one of them, I make a beeline for the entryway, urn in tow, but once I get to what appears to be the barrier...
... That's where the dream ends. What was this place, and what did it represent? What were the urns, and why did I want to steal it? How did I know I was even stealing it in the first place? If I wanted to just buy it I may as well have. What was the passageway with the angel statue? I'm no dream interpreter but there was something deeply disturbing about that one.
Another dream that I had was simpler but more poignant. I was walking up to a building that resembled a house that belonged to a friend of mine. It was brown, and there was a screen door leading into it. I remember the place being small. I open the screen door and walk in. The place looked like it had been burnt down, the walls and decor were pitch black, but there were some items on the table, which also looked like it had been burnt. Ashes danced around the air. I found a photo frame with what appeared to be a photo of Liz and Reade. I opened the desk to see what was inside, but I don't remember what I found there, or perhaps that's where I found the picture. I don't quite remember.
The final dream I wanted to talk about in this post is somewhat vague. All I remember was driving around in a car, and there was these dilapidated buildings. They were skyscrapers but somehow I figured they were meant for housing. Again, it was overcast. I remember seeing people standing outside of the buildings, they looked like they were homeless (imagine you would people with sackcloth, tattered jackets and hats, and the like). It looked like there were mattresses without beds, and people had lit fires in the trashcans in front of the buildings, gathering around them for what little warmth they could provide. I think I remember stopping and being approached by some people there, but before I got the chance to talk with them that's around the time I woke up.
I have more to write about but I'll save it for another post, I think I see myself running out of ideas.
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