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There exists in my mind a place of total happiness that I can only visit when I dream. It is a little bit different every time I go there, but it’s beauty remains the same.  

I can sometimes see it even if I’m not dreaming, but that’s it; I can only see it, I cannot go there, I’d rather be dreaming right now. But at least I can describe it.

It is a circular field of grass surrounded by lush forest. Inside the forests reside cave openings and hidden pathways. At one point, the field opens up into a larger path leading out of the field and onto the edge of a steep cliff. Out in the distance you can see a city far away, and it looks very futuristic. There is a way to get to the futuristic city, but the image is blurry, and cannot tell what it is that gets me to the city. There are also a series of ladders, stairs and landings going down the cliff, leading to a fantastical world, made up of dreams, wants, desires, and whatever the mind may come up with. This place seems much easier to get to. There is a path leading to the right, and into the mouth of a cave, it’s inside so black that one would seem to disappear upon entering. Sometimes I go into there, but not often. Terrible evils lie inside.

Going back to the circle field, there is a hidden door located somewhere in the field, kind of in an obvious place, but not... It’s hard to describe. I never know where it is, but I can find it sometimes. Inside, there is only a long passageway that opens into a room. A room filled with whatever I may need at that moment. I rarely go in this room, because more often than not, I can’t find the hidden door.

That is my place, and every night, I hope to dream of it, and when I dream of it, I wish it were real.