I’m having a dreaming problem. I’m dreaming too much, I’m having dreams while dreaming over cities that I’ve never seen.
Does that make sense?
Doesn’t to me either.
For several months the city I’ve been dreaming of is one that isn’t real. It’s along a river side, but the structures of concrete and steel. A image of power and security beckons with the hourly bell. I walk along the streets at day, studying the roads of this holistic shell. I never see the people; suits, ties, or jeans. I just spend hours, eternity, in the city of my dreams. Along a single road, paired into two even lanes, I find myself on the edge of the community, on the edge of the plains. On one side stands the structures, glass, crystal, and light. On the other lies the prairie winds; blowing through day and night. The world is split evenly between the two paths, one of concrete paradise, one covered in lush grass.
That city stood in my sleep, for hours, days, and weeks. However, while resting last night, I found a new city of technology, future, and light. Along this red canyon, sandstone speaking of its age. I stumbled into this growing area, surrounded by red dirt and sage. At first you have to travel down the canyon, a freeway to the west. Afterwards through quick decent, you’ve arrived with the rest. On each side towers these red layers of rock, each telling a story of their life within the clock. However, through the walls, and down the road the new concrete earth rose. Lights, cars, and boutiques dotted freshly along the streets. Again no people visible, at least until you reached the mall. Outdoor, indoor, a mix of architecture and natures law. The people walked along this world, talking through each random hall. An overwhelming notion of life took over the sense of my mind, this new world was unspoken of, no one knew where it was located along the maps creases and lines. I never knew the road numbers, I can never get there on foot. When I finally awoke this morning I knew I had to get this into my book.
Worlds never seen, cities never heard, at night I walk along these places planted in my mind, my quiet, slumber sight. I’m not sure if I’ll ever see these places, what a site they must be. Until that moment comes though, I’ll just visit them in my sleep.