Dream Journal

Alpha

In my dream, I was in my field. There are two hills, at the left there’s a tree with chimes dangling in every branch. On the other side, there is an old windmill that morphs into a modern windmill or just a tower full of paper windmills with a lot of different colors. Sometimes the sun doesn’t come up there or there is a rainbow in the day even if it’s not raining. But in the midst o night it’s often a gleaming blue moon that creates a stream of water that separates the two hills; or it is a meteor shower and quite wind that makes fluffs disperse in every direction; Or an aurora forms in a way.