The Purpose of Dreams

At night's dream was a new one. I was in an unfamiliar location, although my heart told me it was as near to me as my own home. It was some sort of well manicured town in the teenage woods. This town seemed to have a singular purpose and that purpose was furtherment. As I walked the ground, a figure approached me. The figure greeted me sadly and quietly, inviting me to say my goodbyes to this place. He made a gesture that I understood to be crying, although no tears came from it. But he told me that it was already too late. This place had already been taken from me. This place I kept hidden and safe within my