I know I’m fairly insane anyway, but lately with all my research and the extra stuff that I’ve been doing my dreams have just been odd to say the least.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve always dreamed in colour. Now I wander through old corridors like a spectator looking at rooms and possessions that no longer exist. It’s a nice way to get to know a building I suppose, if my mind’s description can be relied upon!
For the last couple of days I’ve been hearing beautiful classical music too, so much so I’ve started playing it during the day in an effort to get it out of my head. It’s funny though, in a way I quite like it.
They say that dreaming can be a window to other places. Looks like I’m on dream miles.