The Green Village
I dreamed that I was moving to a village, in the middle of summer. The people there were very nice and helped me settle into my new home. As I explored the surroundings, the nearby fields, forests, and mountains seemed to me like secret places waiting to be discovered. In some caves I suspected there were treasures. The field paths formed a clear pattern around the houses. I was told that the village now had enough inhabitants to become a town. The streets felt familiar to me. I felt at ease.