Just notes of a location in a dream just now that was interesting, might draw later.. perhaps some significance? So tired but felt the need to write it. For some reason I don't want to forget it..

An old house, large, many rooms.. though not complete, as if abandoned during it's construction so close to it's completion?Tiled floors cracked and neglected, cracked with many missing. Walls ending in half jagged, foreign angles, haphazard and dirty, semi transparrent tarps lazily stapled over the massive gaps. Couldn't help but wonder why it was left this way.

Rain was pelting against the windows and tarps in the room I was in, the rain had a sea salt smell to it, the floor was rather wet from the rain soaking under the flapping plastic everywhere.. leaves sticking to the floor here and there. Weirdly enough there was a child's big-wheel in the middle of the room. My skin fel cold and wet.

It was strange. I felt a sense of genuine nostalgia like you get being in a fammiliar place.