in search of the new world

It's said that a building in a dream represents the dreamer's life. I've been dreaming of houses and hotels. Dormitories and derelict buildings. Of cave dwellings and bunkers and tents...

We're new inmates in this old asylum - wandering the hallways and staircases, examining the collected detritus of history, feeling the ghosts of the past as their hands pass through ours on the polished bannisters.



We stand in the their spaces at the windows that look out from this place, knowing that as long as we remain they will forever be inside us, raising the hairs on our forearms and the back of our necks, unsettling us just as we, standing inside them, rattle their frozen sensibilities.



What then, are windows seen in the buildings of a dream? What meaning has the vista surveyed through them, when the dreamer gazes out from within? If the eyes are the windows of the soul, are these windows then the eyes of the dreamer's soul? The representation of life's innermost direction or purpose?

All we can tell for sure as we wander these restored spaces, mingling with the ghosts of lifetimes past, is that there's a different view from every window. We can't determine the view, but if we like it, we're free to linger. If we don't, we're free to move.



The window we stand in front of now opens onto wide blue magic...