Last night I dreamt I met an old friend in my local town. The weather was fair so we decided to go on a picnic. He led the way to the outskirts of the town, and I realised that I hadn't been that way for some years. We walked along a path that wound through trees bordering the the main road. We crossed the road, and walked down a narrow footpath with a high wall on the right. Yes, the area was coming back to me as somewhere pleasant I used to visit many years ago.
We turned a corner and found ourselves in beautiful countryside. On the left was a valley, with wooded hills beyond. It all seemed so familiar, and I knew now where my friend was making for - a viewpoint just up ahead with a large grassy area ideal for a picnic. How on earth could I have forgotten about this magnificent spot!
However, on arriving at our destination, we found that a large modern house had been built, and the picnic area was now a lawn. The owner was mowing the lawn as we approached, so we decided to walk further along the path, feeling a little disappointed.
Then I woke up, reminiscing on the pleasant familiarity of those past events. But as I thought about it all - the old friend, the familiar town and the much-loved walk to the picnic site - it suddenly dawned on me that none of them had ever existed.