Dreamed of being in London at night.
And I was, of course, lost.
I tried to navigate my way home by retracing my steps through gorgeously lit museum displays of past civilizations’ glories, but to no avail. I was still hopelessly lost.
A golden spire rose over the night skyline. I was directed to this, “The Tower” in order to catch the correct Underground trains home.
Eventually, a woman drove me across the city and over broken land. Below us, the largest vegetables I had ever seen were coming out of the ground.