For reasons yet unknown I've always had extremely vivid, full color dreams both good and bad. Most dreams are lost after wakening in the rush to get ready for school; and sometimes I go through a series of tormenting nights when I get only nightmares for no clear reason.
I don't subscribe to seeking meaning in dreams, but then there are those dreams that make me wonder where they came from and why I remember them so clearly.
A couple days ago I had a dream of that latter category.
There was a city.
It was something out of another age. The towers themselves were these elegant spires of wrought metal, with patinaed copper, bronze and brass