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"The lower the income bracket an area enjoys, the twistier and narrower the streets are, until they're too small for any but foot traffic. There are families who have bought contiguous properties in all directions, until their sets of interconnected houses extend every which way like tunnels trough a termite mound. Only there can people pool together enough money to break down a few walls and ceilings to make a garden room, a space to breathe, installing full-spectrum lamps and hiring gardeners to make little islands of green in the depths of the city."
Finder: Five Crazy Women; notes
This is remarkably like one of my Strange Architecture dreams. ETA: Of which I just had another, yesterday, which involved a randomly appearing/disappearing (and possibly mobile) hay loft full of human hair. Also, a small bungalow which turned out, in its entirety, to be an elevator to the underground (literal, and political, in this case).
There were also mad scientists, in a musical that turned into a story I was telling someone else in the dream, and then into a picture book that, apparently, I had painted. It was one of those mutating dreams/series of dreams with variations on a common theme.
Finder: Five Crazy Women; notes
This is remarkably like one of my Strange Architecture dreams. ETA: Of which I just had another, yesterday, which involved a randomly appearing/disappearing (and possibly mobile) hay loft full of human hair. Also, a small bungalow which turned out, in its entirety, to be an elevator to the underground (literal, and political, in this case).
There were also mad scientists, in a musical that turned into a story I was telling someone else in the dream, and then into a picture book that, apparently, I had painted. It was one of those mutating dreams/series of dreams with variations on a common theme.