Lately I've been dreaming a lot more than usual. Or I guess, a lot more memorably. A few days ago, I snuck into my room some time around 4 am like I always seem to do and only minutes later slipped into a deep sleep. I don't know how I never manage to wake my roommate after so many nights. I must be pretty dang good. Anyway, I found this dream to be quite interesting and worth a future post to decipher its meaning.
I instantly "wake", though somehow my body was I guess autonomously walking, to myself already embarking on this journey of obscure purpose in the early hours of the morning. The sun is just barely peeking out, casting into the sky beams and creating light hues of baby blue. the street goes north to south, and the sun is rising on my left, obscured partially by the tall white and slate Brooklyn-style town homes that line either side of the wide grey street. In some of their windows, behind thin blue curtains was a low, warm lamp-light glow of orange. I am wearing a light blank t-shirt and basketball shorts, barefoot. I reach an odd home with plants and larger than normal with a large white door with large glass panes. I walk in and as foot meets cold dark-wood floor, I hear the clop of my brown wing-tip shoes, and the swoosh of my khakis as they swish. I notice now that my arms feel warmer and see that my purple button up is on, sleeves rolled and tucked into pant behind belt. The house in all its spaciousness is empty, and for some reason I feel familiar with it all, the soft wind blowing through the open windows and making the white curtains waft and sway gently. For some reason I'm suddenly satisfied with my journey, and turning after soaking it all in, walk out only to be caught at the door by a girl I once knew. She asks me curiously ( or maybe disappointedly ) where I'm going and if I'd like to stay longer, join her and the woman who had just parked out front in a nice car for some coffee or something- to which I silently but respectfully decline with a simple shake of the head. I look the girl in the eyes for a prolonged moment, and grabbing her hand briefly to express genuine care, give her hand a slight squeeze, tilt my head a small bit, and depart back home. As soon as I let go of her hand, I feel relief and wake as the door shuts behind me.
I instantly "wake", though somehow my body was I guess autonomously walking, to myself already embarking on this journey of obscure purpose in the early hours of the morning. The sun is just barely peeking out, casting into the sky beams and creating light hues of baby blue. the street goes north to south, and the sun is rising on my left, obscured partially by the tall white and slate Brooklyn-style town homes that line either side of the wide grey street. In some of their windows, behind thin blue curtains was a low, warm lamp-light glow of orange. I am wearing a light blank t-shirt and basketball shorts, barefoot. I reach an odd home with plants and larger than normal with a large white door with large glass panes. I walk in and as foot meets cold dark-wood floor, I hear the clop of my brown wing-tip shoes, and the swoosh of my khakis as they swish. I notice now that my arms feel warmer and see that my purple button up is on, sleeves rolled and tucked into pant behind belt. The house in all its spaciousness is empty, and for some reason I feel familiar with it all, the soft wind blowing through the open windows and making the white curtains waft and sway gently. For some reason I'm suddenly satisfied with my journey, and turning after soaking it all in, walk out only to be caught at the door by a girl I once knew. She asks me curiously ( or maybe disappointedly ) where I'm going and if I'd like to stay longer, join her and the woman who had just parked out front in a nice car for some coffee or something- to which I silently but respectfully decline with a simple shake of the head. I look the girl in the eyes for a prolonged moment, and grabbing her hand briefly to express genuine care, give her hand a slight squeeze, tilt my head a small bit, and depart back home. As soon as I let go of her hand, I feel relief and wake as the door shuts behind me.
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