Twisted spaces
This week, our dreams took us through homes and buildings that defied logic and comfort. We wandered through endless hallways in a maze-like warehouse, searching for something just out of reach.
A once-familiar house became unrecognizable, with rooms that expanded, contracted, or turned dark and oppressive.
In one dream, a grand mansion rapidly aged before the dreamer's eyes, shifting from a vibrant social hub to a decaying relic filled with dust and shadows.
Elsewhere, a bright, sprawling backyard transformed into an unsettling stairway of grass and cobblestone, leading to places that felt both inviting and threatening.
We woke lost in the architecture of our own fears.
I was in a room in the yellow house. It was dark and small, maybe it was the bedroom. I was with a group of people of different ages, and they were trying to decide whether they should get married.
The room was strange, with knickers pinned to the walls as markers for decisions
