I realize I never wrote this dream down. Either that or I did write it down but it was stored in that USB that I lost. So I'm gone write it here. Because it's been a while since I had this dream, I am going to leave out the parts that are hard to descry and keep it short.
There is this bridge made of yellowish bricks. This bridge is not like the bridge that cross over rivers. It's more like stairs that goes up as high as mountains. Think of the Brooklyn Bridge but made of bricks with no water and down the center line of the bridge is stairs that goes up. The dream starts of with me climbing these stairs with my about 4-6 of my friends. I am carrying a wooden board almost the size of me. The board wasn't heavy but it was annoying to carry. When I near the middle of the stairs it seems like I take 5 steps up and fall back 3. I was getting tired. At this point only a few of my friends, about 3 were still with me but lagging behind. I kept going up but the board keeps pushing me down. When I finally reach the very top, at the tip of the bridge it felt really really peaceful. The air was clear as was my mind. The view was amazing! It was truly a place of solace. On the right side of the bridge down below was luscious green grass with cows dears and other critters. To the left was the gorgeous sunset that was setting down the NYC skyline. and down below was more rich green grass with about a dozen pure white sheep grazing with a Shepard watching over. I wanted to bring everyone to the place I was. To describe the feeling when I was up there is unfathomable.
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