Recurring dream

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In my dream I’m in a city, buying a crumbling house, with many floors. It is so delapidated, chunks of rubble are falling from it.

The house is actually two houses one on top of the other. It is perched at the top of a vertical cliff, and bits of building keep falling off.

I don’t know why I’m having this dream. I’m not scared in it, the city seems recognisable as somewhere I know, the sun mainly shines, or the sun is setting. Sometimes I will be miles away and I have to walk back to the house, by convoluted paths.

All the buildings in the city are falling down, but they are like ruins, much more romantic than real buildings.

I want to work out why I’m dreaming this and I don’t understand is why it keeps recurring?

Today at Spode site

Flowers and old wood

Blocked up windows and peeling paint.

Dasies and dianthus.

A history in brick and slate.

Clay and pottery.

Caged in but released,

Renewed and Revivified.

Pansies and wallflowers shining,

their sunlit faces turned to a bright, chilled sky.

Crumbling with asbestos innards,

But able to be proud again.