There is a building from my childhood which is very sentimental to me, but it was demolished many years ago. Unfortunately we don't have any decent pictures of it other than indoor close-ups where you can't see the building as a whole. It's always frustrated me since "childhood photos" from my life are a huge special interest.
Today I dreamed I was in the back of a car with my brother, as if we were children, but I think we were teenagers. My mother was the front-seat passenger but I don't know who was driving. I don't think it was my dad. I was in a very sullen mood, cranky and non-communicative because of my mother's presence. Suddenly the car stopped and I jumped out, surprised to find that we were gone back in time!
The world turned sepia-toned, and there was a little white border around my entire field of vision, like the thin white edges of an old photo. There was a small inscription at the bottom of this scene, again much like a photograph would have.
The building that I love was right in front of my "photo vision", in the process of being demolished. There were brick "beams" in the corners but the walls were gone, and wildflowers were growing throughout like vines. The old fireplace and chimney were still intact but crumbling. It was the framework or "bones" of the building that means so much to me, in sepia-tone, in the past, and I was there inside this 3D photograph. It looked incredibly real-to-life, and I saw details that I had otherwise forgotten over time.
I was so excited to see it that I screamed with joy and became very animated, two things I would never do in real life with my mother present. She was delighted to see such an enthusiastic response on my part! She said that we could stay and take photos but we would have to leave by "13:58". I was using my phone to take pictures and I noticed it was already "13:59", so I was very confused because my mother didn't seem to be rushing us. That's when I realised there was an error pertaining to time and that we must have time-travelled. I was trying to sort out if I was in "true reality", or "time travel happening in real life", or "time travel happening in a dream", or whether it was just a dream with nonsensical elements such as the odd clock times.
I sense this dream was going to continue because it was really intense, but my dog woke me up to go outside.
It was really bad timing.
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And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.