It's not a real city, or at least it's not a city I've ever been to. Sometimes in the dream I think it's Austin. Or New York. Or Singapore. As I have more dreams in it, I learn it better and better. There are familiar roads, familiar places. It has a subway, and sky scrapers, and an older portion with cobbled roads blocked off for pedestrian use
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