A Pile of Dirt
June 2nd, 2010
Last night's dream was much less impressive and interesting. I was once again, alone, wandering some sort of townhouse community in the middle of the forest. Everything had a distinct renaissance festival look to them. I somehow ended up in one house where I ran into my friend Amiri who was with a realtor. He wasn't looking for a house but just a room. Not this room though. They moved on to another house and I continued wandering. I discovered on the outskirts of the town, deeper in the woods, about 300 yards or so, a giant pile of dirt. This caught my attention because... It was a big pile of dirt. In the middle of the forest. With nothing dug up. Incidentally, when I was 11 my family moved into a townhouse (Not in a forest) that was in a community still in its construction. What would eventually be a row of homes blocked a nice view of a pond and tree line was originally a giant pile of dirt. This was awesome when you were kid because you had what was basically a mountain (It was a big, 20 foot tall, 100 long pile of dirt). Throw in some nerf guns and it was perfect.