I’m walking down a street at night, and all is quiet. It’s not usual for this part of the city to be quiet though.
Strange thing is, the buildings are right next to each other, with no room in between. I then look up and see giant girders on the corner of the block extending skyward, and as I gaze up, there are horizontal beams with more buildings on them – still right next to each other – like a giant warehouse rack.
The sky is grey though, and everything is in shades of grey. The dream was not in color, though I don’t know why. Looks like something out of an old detective novel with pieces of Dark City mixed in.
What it means, I don’t know. It was one I actually remember though.
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