The World Beyond The Back Gardens (night of 19/01/2023)

Cleobury Mortimer, though it bore no resemblance to it's waking counterpart.
Behind a row of back gardens of houses, one of which I lived in or my parents lived in. A muddy track leading to a wood - a kind of field outside of the wood. A dark twilight. I had something to do in the woods - a gathering of something - or looking for something. A spooky atmosphere, oppressive, though pleasant. Looking back along the track at what looked like streetlights on sheds in the gardens - were these orange streetlights? No. I was disappointed they were not. An awareness that this was a new dimension - a new world to be explored. Trying to work out which house was mine by counting back the number of the houses - for some reason it was hard to tell from the world beyond the back gardens.