luke wilson
The Living Force
My dreams had gone awol for a number of weeks but over the last couple of days they appear to be making a return. Last night I captured a scene;
It was a sunny day and I was in what seemed like a quiet, probably residential street, in a leafy suburb. I was by an intersection sat on one end. On the opposite side of the road I saw a male figure walk by and stand as if waiting for someone. The figure was dressed quite respectably I thought and was of south/central american appearance. In closer inspection I thought I had seen the face before and indeed the face did look familiar. Seconds later a lady appeared, they gave each other a quick kiss, exchanged some words and started to cross the street towards my direction. I must have been a stranger as I wasn't recognised. In getting a glimpse of the lady as they passed by, she also appeared to be from the same region of the world also.
The end.
The male figure in the dream for some reason appeared to take on the appearance of windmill knight, the lady, I don't know.
It was a sunny day and I was in what seemed like a quiet, probably residential street, in a leafy suburb. I was by an intersection sat on one end. On the opposite side of the road I saw a male figure walk by and stand as if waiting for someone. The figure was dressed quite respectably I thought and was of south/central american appearance. In closer inspection I thought I had seen the face before and indeed the face did look familiar. Seconds later a lady appeared, they gave each other a quick kiss, exchanged some words and started to cross the street towards my direction. I must have been a stranger as I wasn't recognised. In getting a glimpse of the lady as they passed by, she also appeared to be from the same region of the world also.
The end.
The male figure in the dream for some reason appeared to take on the appearance of windmill knight, the lady, I don't know.
