I was in an alternative version of the town I live in (it’s always the same but it’s not the real town) and was walking in the evening through one of the main streets. On the right side of the street was some kind of old run-down factory with rusty flimsy staircase, spiraling underground. I was just about to go down, ignoring the feeling that I’m not supposed to even be outside and that it’s getting late and the rain is starting to spit and I look down and see a man standing at the foot of the stairs. He had a dark green hat and dark hair and was looking straight at me. I woke up with the words “Oh, my, what pretty chocolate-coloured eyes do you have” in my head.
Yambol
Bulgária
PANDEMIC DREAMS ARCHIVE 