I would stay out of the attic if I were you

Lately if I've dreamt at all, I've dreamt only in fragments. Little flashes here and there. A quick peek at a scene from a bigger story.

In life and in my dreams, however, I've noticed that certain motifs keep appearing. The latest one is an attic. An attic has been in a few of my dreams lately. Sometimes I'm exploring it, sometimes I'm just getting lost in the dimly lit, labyrinthine corridors.

In this particular dream, I found myself walking through a hedge maze. Sure, I was trying to get out, but I was rather passive about it, just calmly and slowly walking around the twists and turns. Eventually, the hedge maze opened up into an attic. I kept walking, still trying to find my way out (this time there was a bit more desperation). After walking around for a while, I decided that I should go back to the hedge maze to get out since it seemed like the attic wasn't opening any doors for me, but I couldn't find where the hedge maze started, so I began to wish myself in a different location since I was sick of traipsing around the attic. It worked in that I was no longer in the attic, but in manipulating space, I also manipulated time and found that I was suddenly quite younger than I had been before.