Ever saw a beautiful place/site in your dreams before?

The incredible landscapes I see in dreams can be very memorable, to me. There is always so much emotion connected to them. It is powerfully sad when that dream emotion is added to the real emotions of loss and longing, knowing I will never see them again.

Here are two that spring to mind:

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Originally Posted by Robot_Butler

Part 1
I was lost in a dense and ancient forest. The trees and plants all looked very realistic, but the way they were arranged was strangely alien. Redwoods dominated the landscape, but they were covered in twisted hanging vines. Tropical grasses and low bamboo formed a dense underbrush, but the air was cool, and the floor was spotted with clumps of thick damp moss. Overall, it was a strange combination of a redwood forest and a tropical jungle. It felt very alive.

I made my way to the center of the forest, and stumbled into a large open clearing. The trees and underbrush stopped in a wide ring, like a wall. The spongy moss continued out to cover the entire clearing like a carpet. Two giant redwood trees stood alone in the center of the clearing. The bases of their trunks were so close, they had begun to fuse together. It was an amazing sight to see these two majestic trees standing alone, but framed with the background of the dense forest. It wasn't until I started walking towards them that I realized their immense scale. I underestimated the size of the trees and the clearing, and had to run to reach the center.
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Originally Posted by Robot_Butler

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This one stands above a beautiful, still mountain lake. Bright, afternoon sunlight reflects, white, off the deep blue water, and I fly lower to splash my fingertips as I zoom along. I imagine all the fantastic creatures lying just below its mirrored surface. Lake creatures, sleeping dragons, beautiful sirens, and forgotten prehistoric creatures. I fly down into the water gradually, like a sea plane landing. As I pass below the surface, everything goes dark. Frightened the dream may fade, I quickly come up out of the water.

In that split second of darkness, the entire scene has changed. The lake has become a ocean bay, and the mountain is now snow capped and icy. Fantastic rock formations cover its slopes. Natural white stone bridges, pinnacles, and stacked boulders. I fly along the choppy bay, towards a giant rock formation whose peak juts from the surface of the ocean. As I near it, I see it is the petrified remains of the San Francisco Bay Bridge. The steel has been covered in white ash, and hardened to stone. Only the top of the tower remains above sea level. I see the Golden Gate bridge in the distance, also half submerged and somehow fossilized to white stone. I now recognize the strange mountain rock formations as what is left of the San Francisco skyline. I imagine this must be the future, after the ice caps have melted and the sea level risen. I feel immense, uncontrollable sadness, and begin to cry. I start to sing a song I have never heard before,

"My heart sings a hymn
for what was lost..."

I land on a small island in the bay. Only the peak of it stands above the water, snow covered and icy like a glacier. A gigantic pipe extends out of the island, buried in the rock and ice. It is big enough for a truck to drive through, and I know it leads to a subterranean system of tunnels below. I begin to walk into the tunnel, hesitating briefly at the edge of the light. A pair of eyes appear from deep within the tunnel, and a huge hulking white form lumbers from out of the wall of darkness. I find myself face to face with a giant polar bear. Standing on all fours, it is still twice as tall as me. Its hot breath steams in the frozen air, and I crane my neck to meet its eyes.

"Hello sir." I manage to say. It looks as startled as I am, but friendly and wise. "Hello." It responds carefully, "I was just on my way out."...