Had been busy wallowing in self pity and regret about losing my phone in the wee hours today that I didn't realise when I finally fell asleep. It was a nice change... having been immersed in frustration in reality, it was somewhat calming to be slowly drifted into nostalgic surrealism.
In my dream, I saw a wooden bench... It was empty. As my view widened slowly, I could see that the bench was perched on a grass slope set against the background of the beautiful night sky... Deep blues and purples swirling with darkened greys, lent the night sky such visual depth that made the scene utterly breathtaking. It was absolutely picturesque...
The motion of my vision soon shifted and I found myself moving parallelwards to the bench, further away from the place. I watched as the bench became smaller and smaller. Then I heard a voice behind me. I turned to my right and my vision turned pitch black.
I woke up.
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I recognise that place...
It was at a reservoir where I used to frequent during my childhood.
I actually had the same dream... that very same scene before and I've been meaning to revisit the place ever since.
But I haven't... till today.
And I was just recalling how and when I first had the dream months ago when I realised what today's date is.
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