I had a dream the other night, and the place seems so familiar, but I knew that it wasn't a place that I have ever been in waking life before. It looked like an old European village, a giant fountain in the center of the square, vast rolling hills with quirky little lopsided buildings built within them. Throughout the dream I felt, I have been here before, as I floated above outdoor cafes with vines cascading off the walls, I rolled down the hills and laid in the grass, I found a small pond with large structures (sunken statues? concrete dam walls?) emerging from the water.
