Between waking up and falling back asleep, I always find myself in a neighborhood at dusk. The people who inhabit the neighborhood are memories and thoughts or people I personally know, or people I've met in dreams before. I run around the neighborhood trying to find something to do and every house looks exactly the same, except for what's inside. Dreams I've already had and dreams I've never had. Perhaps it's symbolic of my mind and how it works; it's an endless series of houses and new experiences, most of which I haven't discovered yet. Much like the inside of someone's house I haven't been in before. Or maybe it's simply the way my though