im having good dreams constantly
they always seem to be about school, secondary school
somehow im back there and the school has become a sprawling metropolis the old narrow wooden corridors that i used to see back then are replaced with so much more long and sprawling, a mini chongqing, an indoor city, with so many floors, walkways and bridges interconnecting them, where people and students cross along, passing each other by - shibuya crossing across boundless floors - 50? 60 floors? Large, wide, corridors, a futurists mini city within a school - the architects use of space perfect - the space of flyover for every floor. places you just want to explore; rooms and adventures and sometimes even doors theres an entire shop full of snacks and a black man who mans the counter, closing down the shop because it’s home time
theres multiple floors and corridors, leading to more and more the whole complex is so much bigger and grander i can’t believe it at all
years ago, i had this dream too and on the very top floor was this great expanse of a room. inside of it was this infinite projection where students can visualise anything, and interact with any environment
i couldnt believe it that we’d come this far in this time
somehow the long corridor leads outside of the school and i can see its structure intermingles with the city it seamless connects and leads with the city, boundaries are gone. so i follow it all the way out to what feels like im not in the school anymore yet i just walked nonstop i never consciously left it
walking down, it’s all opened up the flyover-like structure of the school still leading out a flyover is a sweeping concrete structure that cars travel along, with wide lanes like a motorway, like an autobahn, except these are far more organic, you tell people walk along here, and there isn’t even a hint of a car. surrounding it, on the ground where i am, a large green field of waist level golden wheat coloured grass. it’s so quiet here. an open roof, and clean air, and rays from our sun started setting all around. coming up in front of me is a house just beneath one of the long and tall winding structures that connects the school theres green grass and a quietness it’s serene and 3 children, 3 young girls playing in the house in this indoor-outdoor kitchen that they’re in theres a large window exposing the inside, so i can see right in
i wonder why young children are playing all alone out in the open its door is open, so i walk in
one of the girls gives me a gentle high five and keeps playing i wonder where are the parents where are the adults i say “Hello, is there anyone Here?!” i repeat myself and hear nothing
the sun is setting a beautiful golden sunset the one you only get in a summer london
golden rays shine through the window the grass is warm and gentle in the air, white puffy dandelions glide to a rest
an old black woman appears behind me scared she might think im a weird intruder, i try to explain to her - she doesnt care
i look at her and she looks at me the warmth from her demeanor about 25 degrees c with a cool breeze
if you wake up, after 8 hours of sleep then fall back to sleep to the dreamy playlist it induces everything here - what i want to see