Tag: #dream

I was walking aimlessly in Montreal when I saw a narrow pathway with old houses and dusty pavement. I felt curious that I had to cross. I looked to my right and there was a bridge. A pedestrian bridge in the middle of the space. It was spring. Everything was green. The sun was dimming and the temperature was exactly how I loved to feel. Warm with soft air breeze. It gave me chills. I started walking down the bridge and my heart was beating. I heard music playing so I kept walking. I saw this rooftop next to the bridge. There was a band playing on the violin and the music felt breathtaking. It moved me like nothing before in my life. I kept walking till the end of the floating bridge. My final way out was station Côte Sainte Catherine. In my dream, I was baffled as I didn’t know this station existed and at first I didn’t know where I was but I was feeling ecstatic that I had found this discrete space. I had to come back there. I told someone about this outlet and we met there but this time it was in the freezing winter weather. I took his hand and we went through that narrow alley with old astonishing houses and snowy pavement. This time I was paying more attention to the carvings on the doors and decorative doorknobs. I felt shivers down my spine. I looked to my side again and there was the floating bridge. It was foggy we could hardly see in front of us. It was incredibly calm. I was searching for the rooftop and when I got there, there was no band playing. There were no people at all, so I leaped over and helped him leap to the top as well. I walked till the very end, looking at the foggy space around me. It appeared to be late at night. I heard music and it was beautiful. When I looked around there wasn’t anyone, no instruments, nothing. My heartbeats were racing. I took a deep breath and told him that my soul had finally found a place to belong.