Why do I keep dreaming of a place called Trinity Apartments? It's a red, almost shipping container-like complex, windowless from the rear where it is cantilevered out over the hillside that drops away steeply. It's always undergoing renovation, not fit for habitation, or peopled with unseen strangers, their discontent seeping through the walls in a tangible psychic vibe. I've been meeting someone there for about three dreams now, but nothing ever comes of it; either the dream ends and no dice, or it feels as though I've missed them by a short time. The view from the hillside is indistinct, and I don't know if the landscape heads toward the sea or just more land. There is a strange feeling of suspension, of slight frustration, indecision.
Remarks- I don't know of a place called Trinity Apartments, nor have I been thinking of these words in any conscious manner. I really don't know what to make of this recurring business but it feels... significant. Almost as though I'm in the thoughts of someone remote, perhaps known to me; if I had to describe that sensation, I would liken it to the influence of barometric pressure. Sounds mad, doesn't it?
Probably is.
Remarks- I don't know of a place called Trinity Apartments, nor have I been thinking of these words in any conscious manner. I really don't know what to make of this recurring business but it feels... significant. Almost as though I'm in the thoughts of someone remote, perhaps known to me; if I had to describe that sensation, I would liken it to the influence of barometric pressure. Sounds mad, doesn't it?
Probably is.
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