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Hm, looks like it's OK to post the slightly more elaborate response I initially had in mind:
Most of the ruins I've been in were eitheer grotesque dilapidated versions of real buildings, or were "new additions" to cities that I've lived in. Sometimes I was just quietly travelling around on my own, sometimes I was there as part of a community; usually including at least a few people I know IRL, and usually involved in some crazy artistic project - Robodok-style, for those who know it, but even weirder - that never really seems to take shape, or just having a nice get-together.
Having my roots largely in the squatters' movement and going on the occasional urban exploration spree IRL, I guess I'm a little more prone to feeling at home in such locations than the average citizen, and I never really thought much about these dreams - certainly not in the sense of feeling displaced or unsafe; it was more like having all the excess ballast removed from my life for a moment and having some peace and freedom for a while.
There's nothing post-apocalyptic or special about those places btw, they're usually just freakin' huge anonymous factories, railway stations, hospitals etc. that have been abandoned for years. Anything big enough will do.
"There's a bookstore there I go to, which changes over the years as it expands and changed owners. Sometimes I expect to wake up still clutching the books I bought there."
Heh... I've actually spent hours searching my place for books I acquired in a dream on a few occasions, or looking for streets that I, apparently, had only visited while dreaming (Lovecraft, anyone?). |
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