Ι have this reoccurring dream, that I hike to a mountainous place and I end up on a small grassy plateau just bellow the ridgeline between two rocky peaks, surrounded by coniferous woods
The place looks very detailed and distinct and the hike there is very specific, to the point of feeling closer to a real memory than a dream which is fucking weird because it doesn't look like anywhere I have actually been
What is even more weird is that even the first time I saw that dream hike I knew where I was going, and that I love that place, I had that feeling of anticipation of going to a place you really like but havent been there for some time. When I make it to the end I feel strong content coupled with, relief? Which makes no fucking sense since I dont feel lost or frightened or tired in anyway before that. There is always afternoon, late spring weather clear and pleasantly chilly. And there it ends
I just stand there, pan my eyes around the tiny valley and roll credits. I never turn around to look at what should be a great view behind me like I have an aversion to doing so.
And for some reason, this place I have never been irl, is registered in my brain as my favourite place.
Like when anyone asks me "What is your favourite place?" this instantly pops to mind.
