I've had this dream for two years now. It's always the same, but I have yet to figure out what, if anything it means.
In the dream, I am walking along a lonely road. I'm backpacking, but I'm also hungry. As I move up the road I come to this squat house. It's a Japanese home, with small garden. I pause at this house, taking a moment to clean some leaves from a shrine out front of it. The dream skips here, with me finding myself inside. There's a young woman there fixing me tea, but I'm unable to hear what she says. It's not that I can't understand it, but I can't hear anything. In fact through the whole dream there is no sound. The dream always ends the same way. The woman reaches to hand me a scrap of paper, and then it flashes again. Now, the house is apparently abandoned, and has been that way for some time. The paper is still in my hand, but as I go to open it I wake up. Nine times out of ten, in a cold sweat.
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