Somewhere, in some reality, there is a very small seaside village. It is clustered around a small bay, that is not more than 100 yards across. Adjacent to the bay, just above the strand, is a private school. It is for students who are Very Bright and Very Witty; they are a remarkably entertaining lot. They are also wealthy and well-connected. A cobblestone lane winds upslope from the school, gently curving around to the left. Above the school, the village is dominated by a large red-brick Episcopal church, with several ancillary buildings. Across the street from the church is a small commercial district, with several trendy, upscale restaurants, a couple of gift shops, and two or three other businesses. At the top of the slope, along a ridge, are a dozen or so lovely houses, where the village's permanent residents live.
It is difficult to categorize the school, as the students there (not more than 40 of them) are in their teens and twenties; both high-school and college age. The Episcopal church seems to be loosely associated with the school. The diners in the restaurants obviously are well-to-do. The village is quiet, exclusive, immaculate, and charming....and off the radar screens of all but the upper-crust.
I keep visiting this village in dreaming. Last night, I went there for perhaps the sixth time. I have been there so many times now that I know where everything is; I know my way around, even know what all the ancillary church buildings are for. Every time I go there, I am searching for someone, but I don't know who it is, other than that it is one of the students who attends the school. I look through the school and church and all over the village, but I can't find him (or her...I don't even know if the student is a boy or a girl). It's mystifying.
I'm wondering if anyone else here experiences this. Is there some place you keep visiting in dreamtime, a place so familiar, it's almost like the place you live in during waking?
It is difficult to categorize the school, as the students there (not more than 40 of them) are in their teens and twenties; both high-school and college age. The Episcopal church seems to be loosely associated with the school. The diners in the restaurants obviously are well-to-do. The village is quiet, exclusive, immaculate, and charming....and off the radar screens of all but the upper-crust.
I keep visiting this village in dreaming. Last night, I went there for perhaps the sixth time. I have been there so many times now that I know where everything is; I know my way around, even know what all the ancillary church buildings are for. Every time I go there, I am searching for someone, but I don't know who it is, other than that it is one of the students who attends the school. I look through the school and church and all over the village, but I can't find him (or her...I don't even know if the student is a boy or a girl). It's mystifying.
I'm wondering if anyone else here experiences this. Is there some place you keep visiting in dreamtime, a place so familiar, it's almost like the place you live in during waking?