Dream Records

It's been a little over year since I recorded one of my dreams, let alone posted one.  It's been a busy, eventful, stressful, cold, and occasionally very fun year.  This past winter was exceptionally cold, and this spring and summer have had some low lows, and some very high highs.  There are some more high points yet to come too. I'm hoping I can let myself get back around to regularly recording my dreams.  It's very interesting for me, and sometimes pretty fun too.  Some dreams like the one in my last post are as real to me as the bed I sleep in.  I racked my brain when I woke up trying to think of when I actually visited that place in real life... In short, I'll leave with this. Dreams are weird, so sorry for the year between posts, and thanks for reading ^w^

July 28th, 2019 3:31pm Traveling down the interstate in a bus of people.  Maybe with a tour group or something.  We drive by a place I recognize and the guy leading the group/driving the bus recognizes it too.  We stop and get out, and the two of us begin to to tell the others how it used to be and used to look only a few years ago.  There used to be a veil of tall trees between this place and the interstate.  There was a beaten trail that zigzagged through the trees and led to a field that was just smaller than a football field.  The field was a produce of some kind and had rough string hung over it deviding it into four even sections.  The produce was shorter than corn, but of a similar texture only a little dryer.  The entire field was surrounded by the tall trees, and it always seemed pleasantly sunny there.  Across the other side of the field there was a house of sorts built fairly high into the trees.  To the left side of the fi...