Wooden troughs

Date: 7/3/2020

Last night I had ton of little dream fragments as I drifted in and out of conciousness I wish I remembered them all in order to write them down, my brain has this annoying habit sometimes of me sort of internally narrating the dreams as if I’m actually writing them down -which I’m not but oh well. The part that I do rememberand remember quite vividly was being at my mom’s mom’s house and walking around her block except that most of the houses where these old decrepit victorian houses with paint peeling and ivy and the like. It seemed like every other house was torn down leaving a big patch of freshly turned earth where they used to be. What weirded me out the most was that a few of the lots still had these weird wooden troughs that snaked there way down from probably four stories up or so. They were weird and disconnected from anything, just free standing and I had no idea why they were there in the first place. I briefly thought about what whould happen if I were to climb one, how far would I be able to go before it collapsed under my weight? Anyway thats about it for the dream isn’t much more than that, but the image of the troughs is super vivid.