Below the Parking Lot There is a Secret Place

I used to have this recurring dream as a kid.  In the most vivid occurrence of it, I was running through a parking lot and ended up inside a movie theatre or a mall.  I walked briskly down narrow hallways looking for the door I’d previously stumbled across.  The door swung open and the floor dropped into a huge space where another world hid.  There was a long vine I slid down and used to fly around above the most amazing foliage and creatures.  My parents must have read me one too many new age children’s books.  This fairytale land was so amazing, though.  No wonder my subconscious kept taking me back!  I wrote this piece many years later and it wasn’t inspired by the dreams, but listening to it takes me back. It would have worked well playing in the background.

Shela…

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