I was looking at a plaster cast of a neighbourhood that someone had created and left on the table in front of me. It was white, chalky and many of the miniature buildings appeared lopsided. As I spected the tiny suburb, some sort of transformation occured. I was now IN the plaster neighbourhood. It was night time, warm, breezy. The road I was walking was a series of hills. As I stolled up and down the hills, I became aware that large, red splashes had began to appear on the walls of some of these chalky, oddly shaped buildings that lined the streets. "BLOOD, MURDER, SLAUGHTER" I began to shriek, as a hideous feeling of vulnerability descended upon me. The neighbourhood took on an eerie quality. There was nothing predictable or secure about it. Winds began to rage, the ground began to shake, black brooding clouds rolled over and the moon disappeared. I ran in all different directions, not really knowing where I was going. As the wind became more threatening I woke up.
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Hi Sarah,
Thank you for sharing the dream you had.
The patterns remind me of the story of "Alice in Wonderland". The main difference is that there is no one else in the town, whereas in wonderland the landscape is full of strange characters.
So basically I have one question for you Sarah.
Who are you? I think that is what you have to try and figure out.
The other thing that came to me was the town is a "model". Does this word resonate with you at all? To be a model you wear other peoples clothing. All moving to the same beat, all walking the same way, even exposing themselves if the designer so wishes. All the same shape, and most importantly they are silent.
Stephen
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