i dreamt i somewhere that felt like Mexico and looked like it but there were also parts of Tipperary town (nearest town where i grew up) in it too. like we were in a pub in tipperary at one point in the dream. i was going around the town with my friend martin looking for a pair of shoes and my wallet (i did actually lose my backpack in guanajuato once). we were walking around the streets going from place to place. i was walking around in my socks
we also came to someones front garden where two middle aged indian guys lived. there was dogshit all over the garden and it smelled awful
there were flies everywhere on the lawn but despite their tiny size they were killing crows on the ground and the crows were twitching. thats the last thing i remember from the dream.
― . (Michael B), Wednesday, 24 April 2019 12:43 (five years ago) link