nyquil dreamlog: feb 4

last night i fell out of the sky with my family
in a car or something, i don't really remember
veered off that famous path overlooking happy valley
where we used to drive past when i was smaller all the time
the path i used to be scared of falling off of, all the time
i can recall feeling an overwhelming sense of vertigo as we were flung into the mountains
though strangely, we were all very calm
as we landed softly in between these rolling hills
decorated with millions of pastel flower houses
after a long day of trying to trying to prove to an immigration officer
that our friend has a right to be here
"i can't believe we never knew about these, after all these years," says my dad
though it probably wasn't in english
or in any language, now that i think about it
up close they weren't actually flower houses at all,
just blobs of petals and fresh colour
there were some public washrooms off to the side, however
taller establishments than that of the former
so we wandered around until i woke up and left them behind.
but i miss it already
even though it's been less than a day
for it was all very beautiful.

i would like it very much if i could visit a big field soon