Looking through a window into a garden area. Huge weeds with thick stems reaching up to the level of ther window. It all looks quite clean. Then it seems I am looking into some kind of indoor cupboard - the same place. The plants seem even taller - I can see on the other side of the plants neat piles of comics. How will I ever get my comics out? Wait till the end of summer? - I realize the plants ar egrowing so much because it is summer. I think about cutting the plants dowmn, but the thought makes me feel guilty.
I realize I can go up into the 'dark attic'. I have not been up there for years. The Dark Attic scares me - but also fascinates me. It seems I need something from there. The Dark Attiuc can be accessed by a set of carpeted stairs in a clean white hallway.
I enter the Dark Attic - a sudden image of a dark man stood in a doorway - a silhouette. Some kind of guardian of the attic. The threat is somehow not real.
I find my self poring over words written on a page. I am vaguely aware I am dreaming. I can make out the words, which surprises me - I should not be able to do this in a dream. I cannot work out what the words are saying though. Symbols coming into focus in another language.
Thursday, 1 May 2025
The Overgrown Plants Lead Me To The Dark Attic (night of 30/04/2025)
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