A beautiful valley, dense with trees that that are in full bloom, and are so tall that it looks as if they are never-ending, reaching up farther than the sky.
Every branch is laden with lush, vivid green leaves. A small village of quaint little story-book homes are nestled in this utopian valley. I see no cars parked in front of the homes, no traffic. No noise of car engines or mufflers. No smell of exhaust, smoke, or fumes. I see only sunshine filtering through the trees, raining down on this little village with rays of sparkle and light.
I see people living, and moving through this village with smiles and waves for everyone. They never seem to be in a hurry, never seem to be unhappy or sad. They just live as if they are in the most beautiful place in the world, which in my mind, they are.
This place is a recurring dream that I have had for about twenty-five years and is so picturesque and believable in my mind and heart, that I have often looked for it.
I don't know why I dream this dream. This place is so beautiful and serene', so out of touch with reality, so unmarked with crime or evilness or anything bad.
Maybe this dream is an unconscious way of my mind telling me that all I truly want out of life is to finally be at peace with my life.
Actually, since I've moved here to Ohio to be with my fiance' and his daughters, I haven't dreamed this dream. So maybe I am finally at peace within myself.
Dream a little Dream.
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