Shifting dreams

Perhaps unsurprisingly my dreams have followed me home at last. Lest that seem overly cryptic I write not of aspirational dreams - of hopes, dreams, and wishes - but rather those of nightly slumber. Thinking about dreams I've had recently, many more of them have been centred around here than is usual. In particular a small wooded area just a short walk away (which looks particularly handsome at the moment in it's autumnal attire) has features with remarkable regularity. It's not a great revelation really, that the locale of my dreams should reflect that of my daily life, especially an area in which I formed a great many memories, but it's not something I recall observing before.

Of course, it's form varies considerably, as it always does in dreams. For example, it was definitely a touch more post-apocalypticy last night, and I'm sure there were a few more zombies milling around trying eat my flesh than I normally encounter in my day to day existence. You know, it's just as well I don't have nightmares, otherwise that might have been rather disturbing...