Dream: A Dream about Dreaming
I am sitting in an old county courtroom. The walls are a lightly stained oak with paintings of judges from the past lined up to oversee the present. Above are low ceiling fans lazily stirring the unbearably oppressive heat. There are large open windows on three sides of the room letting the bright sunlight (along with an assortment of annoying flying insects) flood in.
Dream: The Cemetery of Excrement
I find myself walking through the streets of a small town. The place seems familiar to me in a vague way. It is summer time, the trees are full and green. The air is very still yet cool and comfortable, and although I see houses and parked cars, there is no movement, no people, no dogs barking in the distance, not even the chirping of birds.
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