Door to Never-ending road, doors to beaches

I opened a door and was outside, on a road that seemed to go on forever, with a never-ending field on both sides. i started walking up the road. (for some reason i felt like i started in south Carolina and was heading north up the east coast, and this was some kind of doorway that was a shortcut, with only this one road). As i was walking i noticed that to my right was a door, just standing alone..with flowers and vines growing up around it, and a wooden sign above that (in either a different language or an unfamiliar word) named the name of a beach. I went to the door and went in, and was at a beach, but something was not right about it, and i turned back and went through the door again and continued up the road. I saw another door, with another name of a beach, and went in, and again, for some reason i didn't like it. This continued through many doors, always to the right, with vines growing up around the door, and a wooden sign above with the name of a beach. Either the air was too cold, or the water was too high, or the land was too swamp-like, but i never liked any of the beaches and continued up the road till i saw a door with a sign that read "ocean city". I was excited because i have been to ocean city and i thought that it would be good to be somewhere that I am familiar with. i went in, but was somehow in a building that was similar to a hotel, no decorations or anything, but many rooms and hallways. And people were all around, walking this way and that, and there were kids dressing up for pageants. I wanted to go back to the road, but the people found me in the building and wanted me to exit the building. I was upset because if i left the building i couldn't go back to where i came form, and wouldn't know where i was. A women in maybe her 30-40s saw me. She had short curly brown hair, and she wanted to help me find the door to the road. She took me to a room, and through the room was another small room, and in that room was the door. It was four feet tall, and painted red, with red trim, and flowers were planted in flowerpots on each side and vines grow up around the door. The women handed me three of my blankets, a sheet ans two throws (ones i own in real life)_ and exited the room. I opened the door and went in/out to the road. I was happy that i could finally go back to where i came from, and i started walking. for some reason i remembered that i could fly./ I saw how beautiful the road was and the field that was around it, and remembered how awesome it is and how good it feels to be flying in such sunny weather. I had my blankets though, and i couldn't fly with them.. so i tried to throw them up and jump, letting the blankets land on my back, so i could fly..but the blankets weighed me down.. i decided that unfortunately i could not fly because i had to take the blankets home, so i would have to walk. Then i woke.

Maybe in your quest for unending freedom, you couldn't find the right comfortable place for you, and when you finally did, you were weighed down too much by your ideas or comfort.

Ocean City's name implies people with that freedom, or activity, not just the freedom like the beaches before, and your freedom could not co-exist with those. Maybe the people meant parts of you causing that, going all directions, and maybe with little substance or growth in this area. The wooden sign can mean stiff and unnatural; without spirit.
From there, the door back to the road you wanted to travel was small, and the beauty restricted (flowers now in pots).

So, maybe you wanted it to be too comfortable, instead of some work needed to be free.