I dreamed I was driving along an open highway where traffic was sparse and scenes were in open countryside, still attached to city life and nearby to the ocean.
The colors were pure with depths rarely seen before – the kind maybe you would catch on part of a photograph, except everywhere this color in plants and atmosphere breathed life into the air.
I suddenly felt such an overwhelming sense of peace and happiness, I just threw my arms open wide when I pulled over, and beamed a huge smile of contentment as I let my eyelids relax to heavy lidded slits as all stress melted away.
I had come to a fairgound where events were underway, and had parked my car in a designated lot not far from where entrance lines were progressing.
But, instead of going in with the attendants, I sought a large climbing tree situated next to a whitewashed wall around a corner, in the shade, where I could have some privacy.
As I climbed upward to perch in the crook of great limbs, large robbins came to investigate and sing next to me as they went about their foraging.
They had black backs and red along their fronts, but they also had large black spots all over their chest and tummies, which I thought odd and amazing.
Soon, a large, brown bull meandered underneath to where my feet were hanging down, and lifted its head to sniff up at me.
He was so male and powerful, I felt he was a bit intimidating, so I only let him snuffle my feet where I could retract them quickly behind the safety of a branch above him, if needed.
I felt welcomed by the tree and animals more so directly than I have ever experienced in life or dreams, and it was as if they already knew me.
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