Dream Journal

I dreamed something about the origins of Arcology Hill & The Tower. It was unpopulated, natural, covered with pine and pine needles. Some careless people were climbing on top of it. They were playing with fire and I knew the hill would go up in flames.

Underneath there was something going on, too. The interior of the hill was carved out into chambers and such, like all dream hills seem to be. The inside was changing, too.