antique toys

I dreamt that I was looking at an old toy room. In its hayday it was something new and magnificent. Now it was old and worn and nothing in comparison to today's electronic world. There were full on minature worlds made out of wood, something in every corner and on every surface to study and marvel at. We were walking through the room and remarking on memories of the treasures. I thought it could be revived and people would be interested.

Then I was walking outside, near water and then under water. I could breath there and...