Lately my dreams have been incredibly lucid and sticking with me throughout the day. I've decided to document them on this blog, I'm not really sure why, but hopefully it will give me a bit of insight...
Night of September 30th, 2008: I dreamed I was sitting in the backseat of a car driving quickly through a small town surrounded by hills. As we moved through the town the country-style, Victorian villas became more and more run down and dilapidated. At first they looked lived-in and well looked after, but then more and more appeared abandoned. I was staring out the window completely engrossed in these houses, trying to imagine who lived or had lived in them and the lives they led. Finally the last houses I saw seemed very old. Some were coloured in faded greens and blues, but they appeared to have been on fire at some point, with broken windows and black streaks and burn marks around the frames. All I could see through the doorways and windows was blackness. Some were very large and others were small row-houses. I remember looking at the row-houses and thinking the people who lived in them long ago must have been quite poor, and that it was strange that they were so close to these huge houses. Then we passed the town and I moved on into a less memorable dreamscape.
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