A Dream.

this morning after waking up ill, i went back to sleep and began to dream.
i was at an old house. a house that frequently is a dreamscape.
stepping outside this lady was touching the front window and looking inside.
i thought it was my ex-wife, but it wasn't.
she said, "oh" and then looked at me.
it seemed that she thought the house was for sale, but it wasn't.
looking northward, the sky was brilliant and beautiful and the rays of the sun and clouds made for a "beautious" scene.
then looking north, i saw a beautiful building that looked like a classic semi-modern English Castle, from the 17th Century. it was ornate and beautiful.
it was constructed in such a way that it appeared to be laying on it's side, with several magnificent spires protruding, parallel to the ground with windows for the inhabitants.
what a novel idea.

looking at the clock on the spires, it was running backwards rapidly. i looked around and saw three huge, prominent public clocks and they were all running backwards rapidly such that a "minus" hour passed in 2-3 seconds.
as i tried to make sense of this, "call me" by fleetwood mac began to play loud and clear (i had fallen asleep with music). it was nice that the music made it's way into my dream.

I didn't think too hard about the dream, why it was so vivid, why the buildings were lying on their side, why the clocks were moving backwards.... I didn't think about it too hard, because early in the dream, as i was looking at the beautiful sky, and felt the crisp clean air on my skin, and looked upon the peaceful clouds and the comfort of a home I lived in for years and have had literally hundreds of dreams in, and around, a strong feeling and idea came into my mind, "god damn, it feel so great to be alive."