A dream from Bordeaux, France, 1999.
I am on a long narrow parcel of land. At first I think it is someone’s arm. But as I get closer it is cylindrical, but there are houses and farms on it. There is a dirt road meandering along this. Peasant farmers live in the houses and tend to the land.
Something moves thought the landscape, changing the society. Destroying all that went before. They year is 1235. The farmers and farms are still there. But they are different people. There is a feeling that this was a terrible calamity. What the world has become is a worse place.
This dream occurred for at least a year after first happening. Sometimes I scrolled sideways along the landscape. Sometimes I zoomed in and out. Apparently that is what they do. Zooming in and out.