Mountains

I had a peaceful dream last night. There really isn't much of a story to it. I was exploring a grassy mountainside plateau. There I met a girl and her pet pig. The girl seemed to hate living so far away from the city, and her eyes were filled with apathy. I spent some time playing with her pig, and I realized what a gentle creature it was. After that, I met a man my age wearing furs to keep warm in the cold climate. The furs made him look white and puffy, like a sheep. He was talking with his girlfriend when he noticed me walking up. He nodded to acknowledge my presence, and I nodded back as he continued his conversation. I listened in closely. "I love this mountain and this small town. I know more and more of us are leaving to go to the city, but I want to stay here and continue this culture and tradition." I noticed his girlfriend was uncomfortable with the idea of staying on the mountainside forever, but the man didn't notice her feelings.

I also came to learn that they had a method of harvesting grain using bugs, specifically grasshopper-like things that stored the grain in their bodies. I stepped into one of the fields where this was happening and I watched with amazement. One of the grasshopper bugs bumped into my face as it was flying away, which shocked and amused me. I laughed to myself, and I wondered if this place really existed somewhere in reality. It was at this point that I woke up.

How strange. I can't seem to figure out why I would have such a random dream like that. Usually I dream about things connected to my life, but here I was in a place that had absolutely nothing to do with me. It's like my soul flew out of my body solely to visit this place for a short time. I don't know why my dreams took me there, but at least I got to a visit a place in my imagination that I never knew existed.