All words (but not all of the words) taken from https://freesound.org/people/hlprmnky/sounds/592595/

This is a story about dreams.

From time to time in my dreams I am in a city. Which includes tall buildings and crowded streets and views of the sun setting behind a busy skyline.

The late afternoon sun was to my left, and the warmth of the sunlight contrasted with the cool breeze off the water.

As I looked across the curving expanse, I was mesmerized by the bright reflections of the sun on the water, on the glass of the windows, across the space.

I realized with a start that I recognized a cluster of buildings across the way. I had seen them before, in another dream. 

In that dream I had been a different person. Rather, in most all of my dreams I am in some way myself, but entangled in a moment from some other life.

In that moment, in this dream, I came to understand that all my dreams that happen in a city are happening in the same city, holding dozens of episodic lives I may have between sleeping and waking.