House in the woods

Last night I dreamt of a familiar place, one I have dreamt of before. This house is in the woods, I don't know which one, and the house is always slightly different but always has the same feeling.

Now I am not sure whether it is normal, that I have a feeling about somewhere that I have never physically been. But I am aware that the house feels like freedom, like home 'only like no home I have even known'.

This house is surrounded by woods and it is a place that I have found safety. I often walk around the grounds and surrounding woodland, bare foot wearing a long flowing dress, the gentle breeze blowing through my long hair.