last night i was dreaming of this place that i knew

i don't know where it was, and for some reason i thought i was in the mid-west USA, but it looked more like this nature reserve outside Oxford

it was a plain where the sky came right down to the ground, one of those summer mornings that's more like a late evening, and huge glassy lakes with unmetalled roads and odd, immense three-storey wooden houses

that looked like clipper ships had just been parked on one side of their keels
i was wandering about - there were children far off - and this older guy was sitting looking out toward them playing by the lake, in shirtsleeves and braces, with a pipe. from over there somewhere i could hear this music

that just appeared and disappeared from hearing in slow, regular swells - chords, audibly electronic but imitative of an orchestra or something

it didn't go anywhere - but it didn't need to - it was like something immense was lying just over the horizon, breathing in its sleep