The Small Farmbouse
October 23, 2021
A recurring theme in my dreams is exploring various places. Some places are more familiar than others. There are places I visited in my dreams a couple times, and there are places so far that I visited only once.
In this dream, I was visiting what looked like something between a farm and a small house in the meadow (read: middle of nowhere). In the backroom there were grains of grass on the ground where the floor should be, as if a garden was being planned to be made here.
When I left the building, my flight powers started to activate and went out of control. That was when I realized that I was dreaming, which teleported me back into my bed where I slept on. I tried to wake up while a giant baby attempted to eat my face.