Dreams...

A long while back, when I was still newly wed. I had a dream. One of those dreams you just can't seem to get out of your head.
Now, before I begin, I want to describe to you my dreamscape. A dreamscape is the terrain and "location" a person may have most their dreams in. I suppose it is possible that not all people have a common dreamscape, but I believe most do.
My dreamscape consists of old buildings- often in the small town I grew up in-usualy in a dull grey, or rainy kind of setting. Many of the buildings are abandoned, some are crumbling down and falling apart. Inside the buildings there is a labarenth of poorly lit rooms. I often feel as though the buildings are haunted, or there is some sort of presence. The funny thing about this is that it sounds like a horror movie, but in my dreams, I pay no mind to it all. I just walk through it all as if it is standard. I give it as much notice as you do the gravel you walk on every day.
In this particular dream, it was drizzling, as usual. It was grey, and my husband and I were walking through this abandoned and dirty town, past huge brick buildings with no windows, and sooty streets.
We walked past factories. We walked down unpaved alleys. Eventually we reached a place in the middle of town, like a park. The grass was green, and wet with recent rain. The clouds had parted and were letting in that kind of sunlight that comes through a thin cloud-cover. We climbed to the top of the hill and sat in the wet grass.
I remember looking at him, and hearing him say "see, wasn't it worth all that to reach this?"
I do not remember anything else happening, but I don't think it would matter if it did. The message got accross. I do not believe I will ever forget that.