I find myself standing not at a precipice but on a platform of a railway station. I dream of this station often. It is an open air platform. The low building is brick with a metal roof it is sided by 4 round silos and one tall square tower. Grass fields all around and an arterial road which runs parallel to the train tracks. I think it is a real place. Though I have never been.
Dreams are an amazing escape.
My favorite dreams are waking dreams in which I become so entangled in the construction that I cannot hear what is around me. Many call this day dreaming,
There are certain friends I dream about over and over again. In most bizarre fashions, Sometimes they are whittling and smoking, others they are disembodied voices coming thru the computer. Just odd.