Dreamscapes

Places just like time, don't exist. That is, not outside our heads. They have no names, unless we give them one. They are drifting away lonely in the universe. Until one of us comes along. Perhaps as a traveler, and marvels at their beauty or tries to settle down there and make it a better place, at least.

That's why dreams about places I've been to or lived at, sometimes for many years, and even those about the very place where I grew up, seem so full of mysteries. Thus the places become completely different to how I might remember them.

And when I see these places in reality... Well, I can only wonder what made me feel so touched about them, or even become interested in seeing them again. At some places even the buildings don't stand anymore. I don't know what's worse; when there's another building there that doesn't have the slightest resemblance to what stood at its place before, or when it's just an empty plot.

That's the reason why I prefer dreams of rooms, and corridors from my life. In real life I didn't even feel like going up to the floor in the block house where I'd grown up, when I was there after a long long time. However in dreams I wander around in these places with a strange mixture of intimidation and curiousity. Never wanting to stop exploring another place; my mind - that makes it all work.