The Flint of your dreams can be a strange place. An anonymous reader reveals:
I used to have a recurrent nightmare about having to walk home (Miller & Ballenger area) down Fleming, from Pierson & Fleming. Other variations head me into the setting sun, orange sky trying to pierce the purple & gray clouds as I struggled for each step close to Clio road. I'd wake up shaking from the exertion. Something intense about that area.