I find myself driving to the local hardware store in a 1962 Chevy Sedan, nothing special, faded paint, six cylinder, manual transmission. I turn left onto Main St. and notice something different, an ice cream parlor on my left. I pull over and order a Teaberry shake. While I'm crossing the street to my car a bunch of old muscle cars pull in from a cruise, (Mustang Cobras, GTOs, Camaros, Vetts, Road Runners, etc.) all fully restored nice and looking like new. These guys ask about my old Chevy and invite me to join in the cruise. I begged off, explaining I had to get some things at the hardware, but they persisted saying I could follow and drop out anytime I wanted. I waved saying I might. The hardware in my dream was different, a barn foundation with a roof on it. I got what I came for getting in my car the cruise came by and they waved me on. I followed for some miles on back roads, curvy and narrow, then I saw a farm on my right with a barber pole by the mail box, "I could use a haircut." I pull in the lane and find a man I recognize from a few times meeting him painting a small out building and greet him. He explains he's not ready for business just yet, but would like to show me something beyond the woods that may interest me. We walk a short distance through the woods on a trail and come out to an open area by a river, some tall grass and an odd octagonal two story building, the upper floor extending over the lower by about four feet. "Wow, looks like a colonial fort!" I say. "Yes, I think it was at one time!" Replies my host, "It was last a church though. Take a look over there in the grass. Have fun, I've got to get back to my painting." I thank him and go about my exploring. In the tall grass I find "head stones" of a cemetery, but they're not stones, they're wrought iron and fully legible with dates going back hundreds of years. I never saw the likes of them before and was fascinated by them, there were probably around twenty of them, men, women, and some children from the late 1600's to early 1700's. Inside the building the ground floor had some pews and a pulpit, a trap door to the upper. With no ladder I couldn't explore the upper floor and it ended with me watching the river past the head stones.
Just meditate and let the dream happen to me. Just be aware. No need to control anything.
I dreamt that I moved into this big mansion , multi leveled house, with questionable (satanist) exterior design... And I shared this house with another family too, they were kind and friendly, but I had my own part of the house they had theirs and we shared a living room I think? Since I felt like I should have some intimate spaces only I can access, I opened these little rifts into empty space on top of this big house, there was no roof, I just reached into empty space and made a room or two later in one of my rooms I found some old drawings from around 2015 when I found out about this anime\manga I used to watch and I remembered them ,and I found it cringy that I did draw these fanfic things in the dreams I had around that time , and the nostalgia was so real ,and so vivid apparently I used to draw a lot in dreams since I was a natural in dreams and these stuff remained, even the memory of it, I can only access them when I dream Like old items, but they only exist in a dream but somehow they remained... in my head It was kinda baffling to encounter something I did years ago in a dream....and remember it ...in a dream...
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