Had a dream last night where I was in the middle of a small intersection, with all the buildings in sight painted red, with gates at the far end of each street ending at some greenery–trees, I think. It seemed to be morning. There was one building on the corner of the intersection that was painted differently: it was purple, and seemed to be an inn or a bar or something due to the style of the decorations inside. I remember seeing only my dad there, and I remember walking and talking with him down one of the streets of the original intersection. There were no cars or anything, and the whole place seemed strangely quiet. I remember one thing mainly from my talk with my dad, and that was that when the door to the purple building closed, it wouldn't open again. I remember having a distinctly weird feeling that it was metaphoric for heaven for some reason. Not really sure.
Also had a wet dream the night before>>18092
that's really odd, I've heard of weird stuff happening in dreams but not learning new words like that hahaha
could you have maybe heard it in passing? a lot of stuff I remember seeing but never directly interacting with or actively trying to remember seems to seep its way into my dreams a lot