Three of my favorite dreams
1. I dreamt that I was inside a pencil once. It was a tube-shaped corridor that was narrowing down and ending in a point in its end, so I figured it was a pencil. And the point at the end of it was The Right Thing To Do. But not like that, with capitalized letters which look mocking, but honestly beautifully right, and the only one right. I knew what it was and I was walking towards it. That was the whole dream - the exciting warm feeling of the right point in the end of the pencil I was in.
2. One evening after I read a fanfiction about Dean and Cas being in high school and meeting at a hill nearby, I had a dream I was a boy who was going to meet with their boy. But the place was far away, three hours of walk up in the mountains. And it was a late spring and everything was very green, in that way colors are deeper and softer and brighter in dreams. So I walked for a long time through the slopes while I was seeing more and more of the landscape. At the end there was a little lake, also green, with many budgerigars flying above its surface. Their wings were touching the water and they were flitting around like dragonflies do above lakes, but they were budgerigars. They were glistening as the lake was and that was the dream. Then I started walking back the long way.
3. I often dream about “my village”, which is the village where my grandparents grew up in, which is now something like “the summer house” my family goes to sometimes. It’s very wild with only a dozen houses spread around in a long distance from one another divided by wild forests and fields. It’s also very big in territory, having all these hills you haven’t been on, and roads that are disappearing in the grass and the bushes and you don’t know where they were supposed to lead.
My brother and I used to explore the many roads and hills a lot when we were younger, making longer and longer expeditions through it, reaching new quiet woods and forlorn houses in new villages. And I often dream about the next place - the next ridge or sight I still haven’t seen there. So one time I had a dream about how we climbed a new ridge and behind it there was a sea. Right there in the woods and the mountains (the sea is in the opposite end of the country in the actual world) there was a hidden sea nobody knew about. The dream included other things too, but I only remember how I was seeing it below (it looked like a big lake, but I knew it was a sea) through the branches.
What about yours? :P