"I dreamt of an ornate gate, its ironwork twisting like vines. Pushing it open, I stepped into a vast, sunlit meadow where warmth touched my skin and birdsong wove through the breeze like ribbon. A dragonfly skimmed from clover to clover, its wings glinting like stained glass, while two butterflies spiraled in the air in a delicate dance.

As I walked, flowers bloomed beneath my feet. Lilies, dogwood and roses, each whispering forgotten stories. The air shimmered and for a fleeting moment, I felt weightless, as if I too could drift among the butterflies. Then, just as suddenly, the meadow faded and I awoke with the scent of wildflowers still lingering in my mind."