That was a rather fascinating little jaunt. I'll be honest, I really don't have the words to describe it, at least not ones that would probably be of any real value towards the creative process. At the very least it certainly did evoke that dreamlike state one finds themselves in the midst of half-waking and half-sleeping.
I am reminded of a dream that had stuck with me, though I don't believe it had any real meaning. A corridor of doors, doors that led into other doors, and yet doors that I had left unopened. Purposefully. There was fear in opening the doors, perhaps not of what lurked behind them, but rather what I might become after having passed through the threshold.
Turns out it was mostly brought on by others in the house entering and leaving multiple times in a row, it was the sound perhaps, the creaking that invoked the dream. But isn't it interesting what the mind can drum up in those in-between moments of life and the catatonic state of sleep?
Thank you for the memories, yours is a game of self-reflection I think.