It felt like the first day of winter today. I don’t know how I would know it was winter here. The seasons never change, and there aren’t windows in this room that I can see. Just the walls, and the décor. I can’t remember what the walls look like in here. The walls seem as warm, and the light as bright as it always has. As long as I can remember, the years and years I’ve been here, but it seems colder now. Something about how the air tastes. It has an edge to it, like the temperature is dropping by tiny increments. Something about the way the air feels is different now when I woke up from my dreams.

That is the other strange thing about the last few nights I have been asleep. I have dreamt more lately than I have in ages. They are odd dreams though. Like watching from a distance. Like walking by a house, and seeing a movie playing through a window that hasn’t been cleaned in a long time. Misty, but sharp and bright. I am watching the dreams, but not in them like I had been. Before, before my memory broke apart and was copied. It was like being a part of the moment I was watching. Living inside a dream that wasn’t something I had happen to me. Now though things seemed to have changed somehow.

The dreams were still vivid, and the events seemed so similar. I followed the action like I was a part of the moments happening. I knew what was happening, but everything seemed slightly dusty, and slower and distant from what it was before. That isn’t what I was thinking about when I woke up though. I just knew when I breathed in the air, the breath felt cooler. Like it had been chilled from wind coming down a mountain. It smelled like the dream. Dusty leaves drying in the sun. The sun though, seemed washed out and dusty too. Like the light was redder than it had been. The blue skies had been washed out with reds and oranges. Like the sky after a fire.

Is the cold wind helping me remember the dreams I’ve had before? Or are these new dreams. Did something happen when I was feeling copied before? Did something change in my room and my mind somehow? I know that I feel the same. My blanket feels the same against my skin. The room seems the same, if a little bigger. But why are my dreams so dusty now, and why have I felt a chill in my bones. Like the wind is blowing in and the place I’m in is getting colder every day.

Last night, the only thing I remember from my dreams was an old wooden shed. The shed might have had a door at one point, but it didn’t look like it had one for years. The wood was grey and dusty brown from the sun. The roof was slanted away from me, but I could tell it was covered with dried weeds that had blown up there and grown and died. The inside was in shadows from where I was standing, but I could smell dry vegtables and fruits from inside. Like a really old root cellar. Something that had been used for so long that the smell of the crops was soaked into the floor and the walls. Dry corn and old squashes. Potatoes and beets and peppers. But all through dirty glass walls that I was watching through.

I’m tired now, but I will hopefully dream more tonight. I hope my dreams are coming back. They are such warmth when the days get cold like this. I don’t know why i am seeing them from so far away, but maybe that changes as I figure out what has changed in this room. Why it seems so much larger, but at the same time exactly the same as before.