One of my good friends and I have had a recurring dream since we were young and that the dream is very similar. We both live in small handmade house on a bluff over the ocean. We are at one with nature including plants and animals but there is an undercurrent of fear of being discovered by men. She has guns and ammo and I have an escape tunnel. Here dream always ends in discovery and mine does not. Our details are mildly different… in hers she is overlooking where California dropped into the ocean after an apocalypse with rolling Prairie at her back. In mine, I am overlooking the ocean from Northern Washington and have an east facing greenhouse and west facing ocean. No I have a meadow and deep forest at my back. No people but I don’t have any remembrance of apocalypse… just fear of discovery. Both of us had made extensive effort to hide. Both of loved our homes, gardens, animals, and eventually the dream itself.
We laughed this morning about how many decades we’ve been having the same dream. Over five for me and four for her.