I had a dream last night. And oh boy was it vivid.
I remember being on a barren mountaintop paint red in a brilliant sunset. The mountain looked unnatural in a way I can't quite describe here or put into words. Maybe it was too round? Too bumpy? I don't know. There was no wind. No sound. I moved around, but no footsteps either. No such place exists to my knowledge, but I knew I was far, far, far away from home. It felt like another universe. The sky was completely cloudless was colored in an unnatural, dark pale blue that looked dully shiny, something like car paint.
I was in the middle on an empty road that stretched into infinity in both directions. Now I think I can describe the mountain. It was absolutely flat. The mountain was not a mountain, yet it had an observable, ascending elevation, so it was a mountain. Not like a slope, but, like, maybe a... anyways I just understood this while writing about it.
The setting sun was obscured by a small building. Light eminated from the shadowy building, creating mirages in my vision. It looked surreal.
I never ended up entering the building. It looked... uncanny. Unnatural. Utterly terrifying. Not as if there was a trap for me in there. I had the iniate knowledge that I was the only living thing in, well, some large diatance. It was more like something about the building itself. It was that the bulding defied... something. Euclidian space? Optics? Some other thing of nature? It was just a building, but my instincts screamed at me whenever I looked at it.
So I looked away. And into the road. Which stretched into eternity until it dissappeared from view. It did so in both directions. I knew from the dream context that following them would lead to nowhere.
So I was stuck. So I looked back and there was a stone wall of sorts, and on the wall were countless signs and posters which said things, none of which I could read because it was a dream. But I knew what they were for. I knew they were for anyone that found this place, that they said this universe was a, random, dead one among many others like it, with no meaning to its existence, and they said some very profound things about, somethings I can't tell. I don't understand those things, like as if the concepts and the language of them are just beyond my level of consciousness. But I know they exist and they are meaningful. I felt a great joy, peace and satisfaction from reading those. I had the answers. I think.
I looked at the building again. It still looked terrifying. But now that I knew what I knew, I could take it all and, and the scenery combined with the rays of the obscured sun and the weird blue of the sky made it strangely poetic.
But then it all abruptly ended. I woke up.
I don't know what that was. But it felt right.
I was content.