I had a dream, atleast 4 years ago, and I had been kidnapped, along with other people, it was quite an odd dream, the only reason I’m saying this, is because I would never have remembered this dream, but this photograph, this dark concrete place, that is so secretive, it just reminded me of my dream. Dreams are strange things. They’re successions of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep. Why do have these things called dreams? The content or purpose of dreams, they will never be definitively understood. The rules of reality do not apply in dreams. We have dreams about the most random things, but why? Sorry for my rant, this image just sparked some curiosity.