Behind the windows

I dream of a house with red brick walls with several windows, and a story behind each window.

Who are these people calling out to me? And why me?

I offer them a ladder to step out, but they are unable to see beyond the wall.

Weeks later, I walk into an art exhibition with a painting like this, and those faces behind the windows haunt me again.

I find myself in police lock-up for vandalizing an exhibition. I smashed the painting.

I see hands reaching out to me across the bars. My lawyer has arrived to bail me out.


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      1. I do believe there is something like that going on. Times when I have visited somewhere, and I am convinced I have been there before. I do dream a lot, and some re-occurring dreams have happened in real life. Although the dream is cryptic.

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