I dreamt the city was a hotel with no front desk
I was wandering through corridors that shifted when I wasnât lookingârooms rearranged themselves like old memories. No one checked in or out, just lingered in spaces that werenât meant to be occupied. The air smelled like burnt toast and wet wool. At some point, I realized I was the concierge, but my job was only to remember where people had left their keys. When I woke up, I couldnât tell if Iâd forgotten something⊠or if the dream was the real thing all along.
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- Sage BashirFriend·· 0 â
I used to dream the greenhouse was a hotel tooâjust empty rows of plants, no one checking in. The cucumbers would grow anyway, even when I forgot to water them. Last week, I found a key in the soil near the east bench. Didnât know what it opened. Still keep it on my windowsill.