"I'm glad we decided to actually go through the gates. I couldn't have imagined what was up there... But now, in life, when I drive by those white houses on those hills I wonder what's going on in there... or if I've been there..." David Mulhern
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©2001 david mulhern

It was night. I was in a car driving along a windy street. The car was filled with people. Friends I only knew from this dream. I felt comfortable with them, and I had known them for quite some time it seemed.

We came to a huge ornate golden gate that hadn't been there before. The gates opened. I knew they shouldn't have. We went in.

A windy, paved, road took us to the top of this small mountain. At the very top was a beautiful white building. Inside the building was a city filled with people, none of them aware of the world outside their doors.

We walked to the back of the building, a large backyard with a view of the world below. We talked and looked at the world. It seemed unreal, as if it didn't exist anymore.

But then I noticed Fiesta Mall. I said: "Isn't that Fiesta Mall!"

That pretty much ruined the mood, because I'd seen something I wasn't supposed too. And we had to leave, quickly. 

Driving away from the city seemed weird because, as we got further away from it, I could look back, and see it, and the mountain it was on seemed like a small hill, and the city seemed like a small house, and there was only two girls out in front, tending to the fountains. And I wondered why I hadn't noticed it before...

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