Dreams valley

In my dream, I found myself standing on a small hill. I was surrounded by other small hills all around me. The grass was exceedingly green and the sky was dark with storm clouds. Only... the sky was a pale pink, not gray. I remember feeling so at peace as I walked up and down the rolling grassy hills. Suddenly as I walked down the last hill I came into a valley with what looked like a small city carved into the natural stone. I walked through the pathways carved in the stone, room after room, hallway after hallway. Finally I reached the end and walked into the center of the city. There were cobblestone streets, and dead trees on every corner. The trees were painted a royal blue. I remember touching them and thinking how warm and safe I felt there. I know it doesn't sound like that relevent of a dream, but I find it strange how at home I felt there, how peaceful, and how strangely beautiful it all was. I just want to know what it could mean, and why the most beautiful place I've ever seen, has only been seen when my eyes are closed.

I Am On A Quest Searching For Someone That's Close To My Heart And Soul. I Don't Know This Persons Name Or What They Look Like Just That If I Don't Find This Person It Could Mean Death. I Go Down Into This Valley Of Nothingness And I Have To Go Into This Deep Dark Sewer That Seems Endless In It's Entirety. Once I Get To The Bottom Finally With A Circular Center Of Cascading Water And Purest Marble And Stone. The Water Is Deep Enough To Rise Above The Ankles. There Are 4 Rooms Surrounding The Circular Center. Each One Being Entirely Different In It's Shape Position and Presence. 1. Room Is Rounded And Long And Deep But Brightly Lit By Orbs Of Untouchable Lights That Are Scorching In Their Purity. The Further Into The Room I Enter The More Intense The Lights Become and They Begin To Burn Into The Very Depth Of My Soul Making Me Dizzy and Aware Of An Overwhelming Need To Lay Down and Sleep. Forceing Me To Flee Out Of There Lest I Give In And Not Finish My Quest 2. The 2nd Room Is Short and Shallow The Smell Is So Musty And Reeks Of Death And Despair. Despair So Heart Shattering That It's Like It's Own Personal Purgatory. There Is Nothing But Dim Lightning And Grey Mishapen Stone Walls That Glistened With Only What Could Be Described As Tears Thousands and Thousands Of Heart Wrenching Tears. Entering This Room I Can Only Make It Halfway Before Falling To My Knees Sobbing And Crying Out To The Heavens For Forgiveness Not Of Myself But For Those Lost Here, Because I Know I Know Within My Heart Of Hearts That What I Feel Here Can Never Be Redeemed Never Be Found and Will Never Make It Before The Gates Of Heaven Or The Gates Of Hell. It Shakes Me To The Core So Deeply That I Barely Have The Strength To Crawl On My Hands And Knees Sobbing Like My Own Heart Has Been Ripped Out To The Center Of Rooms. 3. This Room Is Highly Arched And Ancient Rome In It's Design. It Has Symbols Unlike Anything Imagined From Floor To Ceiling. Flames Of Lights Stream Down From The Ceiling Going All The Way Down. It Is Beautiful In It's Design. But The Symbols Are Memerizing They Move With The Trail Of A FingerTip And The Longer I'm Here The More I Want To Stay and Figure Out The Meaning Behind These Unknown Symbols. I Keep Following The Symbols In Wonder Until I See This Large Symbol Unlike All The Others It Is Red And Large and Ominous But Strangely Intriguing. I Have To Touch It Just From Sheer Curiousity. But As Soon As I Touch It The Flames Of Light Exstinguish and The Symbols Start Spinning In An Amazing Tornado and The Room Pitches Into Black And The Hallway Starts Rapidly Closing And The Water That Was Only Ankle Deep Before Is Gushing In From Nowhere and I'm Forced To Run Back Towards The Entrance As Stones and Marbles Come Crashing Down. I Make It To The Center To See That The Water Is Waist Deep And Murky In Color. The Stones and Marbles Are Still Crashing All Around The Previous Entrance Is Blocked. The Other Rooms Are Destroyed and The Darkness Of Nothing Is Threatning To Engulf Me. 4.Room Four Is Short And Slanted And Unappealing. There Is A Dirty Blood Smeared Mattress Blocking The Entrance. I Have To Crawl Underneath The Mattress With Blood Smearing In My Hair On My Skin Burning Holes Through The Touched Places Causing Me To Scream. The Water Is Above My Head And I'm Swimming Furiously Towards An Opening That I Hope Is An Opening And I'm Panicking That The Lack Of Oxygen Is Gonna Make Me Pass Out. But I Reach The Opening And Tumble Out Dry and Whole Like Nothing Ever Happened. But The Valley Is Different It's Green And Bold And Full Of Beautiful Wildflowers As Tall As My Chest I Am Crying Cuz I've Unfinished My Quest. I Race To The Top Of The Hill With A Razor Wire Fencing And Reach It To Cry Out In Despair There Is Only A 2000 Foot Drop Off Into Black Nothingness On The Other Side. So I Climb Back Down The Hill To The Valley Of Beauty But Loneliness and I Lay There Knowing That I Have To Get Back To The 4 Rooms Or Death Will Be Waiting. Then I Wake Up

I was riding on the left side of the back seat with other unknown people in a burgundy car with a dent in the door. It was a pretty day and we pulled over so I could look at this yard. There were several smaller structures by the house. The house wasn't for sale I just wanted to see it because the yard was pretty. we drove into the grass but not horizontally as we were pulling off the road. A passerby would think it was wrecked. I never shut my car door When I got out of the car and walked. The yard was lines with a plain chain link fence. The grass was neatly mowed on the outside and inside of the fence. There were trees to the left of me. They were beautiful. The house was built on the side of a cliff. There were many decks looking into the hills and area below. Big bay windows and a very cozy homey feel. It was a dark color house. The smaller structures were away from the house and they were elaborate storage areas. One was a wash house to do laundry. There were stairs inside the structure going to the room that held the washer and dryer. The stairs were on the right as the man who owned the house started to show me. He was a common short black man short. He had on blue jeans and a plaid shirt. He was friendly and kind, but irritated. The washer house was littered. It had stuff everywhere. Clothes dirt toys dolls papers. The stairs were narrow leading to the washer room and intimidating. The entire building was dim and musty. Not like the yard. It was beautiful outside but ancient inside. Outdated and depressing inside. We went into the house next. It was the same. Cluttered and outdated. The stairs which were in front of me were so narrow and they curved up far. There were dolls littering the stairwell making it difficult to walk up them. The man was leading me but I couldn't breathe. We made it to the area of the stairs that I felt was half way. To the left I was beside the big bay window looking over the land and the valley. We turned a corner on the stairs and came to the kitchen on the left of me. It had an outdated white stove that was banged up. Black iron exposed where it had been dinged. There were toys clothes and dolls everywhere. It was dark in the kitchen. The floor was vinyl and dirty and torn up. There were no windows in the kitchen. I just had to go. I didn't want to intrude on the man anymore. I thanked him and left abruptly. He never even had a chance to acknowledge it.

Was walking along a path with slight valley to left, large steep hill to my right. With 2-5 other people, do not know them. While walking, I break away from the group and walk up the hill to enter a huge one floor house.

I was living in a mountainous area in a cabin like house my mother, sister and brother in-law. I drove to go get my husband from somewhere he shouldn't have been in an old beat up car. I was driving on a windy road feeling like I had to get to him fast and then suddenly, I drove off the edge of a steep cliff and floated down into a beautiful valley. I felt peaceful and it was beautiful. I then sort of appeared back at the house and was trying to tell my family that the crash and flames was from me and that I was gone. They couldn't hear me, I don't think. Yet, I was content, without fear. What could this mean?