July 02, 2025, Evo Numy
Living Room José Cláudio Guimarães JCGuimaraes from Pixabay
Bulgaria Village Women Wengen from Pixabay
I dreamt.
I was in my grandmother’s house. I walked into the living room and there were three crones sitting in rocking chairs at the center. They were spirits. I sat down and started talking to them. We talked about how bad our city had become.
They said that there’s so much traffic now and people are so hostile. I told them that the city has grown a lot; Since this is a military town, a lot of entitled military dick-heads have moved in here. the infrastructure cannot support the influx of new people. The roads are overcrowded with too many cars and not enough transportation options/alternatives. Drivers are extremely reckless, rude and impatient. Our area has a high accident rate.
The crones then reminisced about how the community used to be close-knit and kind. That the people now are constantly at each other’s throats. They’re too focused on becoming famous on social media, many are not thinking about how their actions affect others. There is no community anymore.
I told them that I wish I could move somewhere else away from people. People nowadays are so apathetic and closed off. They told me about a town that would be perfect for me, I do not remember its name.
I awoke.