Subconscious-Reality

THE DREAM        That old, abandoned building.  That reoccurring dream.  That undying vision of a dying place left me frightened and curious, every night of my sleepless life.   I have no idea where this place is.  It's old, decayed, and forgotten.  It's always the same building.  There's a hallway with old, picture-less picture frames on the walls.  The single, swinging bulb in the hallway lights up practically nothing.  The paint on the walls is chipping.  At the end of the hallway, there is but a single window.