In a wide white hall, similar to the MoMA, there were projections on the walls. They were different linear stories. They'd come on and off, they were intermittent, so there were dark spaces and illuminated ones.
I was watching everything from the dark spots. I could see different floors of the same situations going on but still I was standing in just one of them. I could see everything at once.
Later on, people gathered in the hall and started dancing with the freakiest outfits.
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Illustrate My Dreams
القصة القصيرةCompilation of random dreams I have every now and then. Fantasy, fiction, romance, thriller... Basically everything, depending on how weird my day went. Hope you like it!
