Back to Romania

I dreamt I had gone to Romania. I was visiting a man who very much wanted to be my guide around the country but I kept wandering off alone because I felt I knew the areas so well and I wanted to see them alone. We were talking and he was going to take me to the ruins of Tepes Castle, but I went outside and through a fence and off on my own because I knew it wasn’t far and I knew where it was. Exasperated he said ‘alright get yourself lost!’ and I laughed and went on. I stepped onto a road, unpaved but smooth and I started looking for stones to collect. All the stones seemed to be a chalky white with pale orange streaks in them. It was very difficult for me to see because it was dusk and we were in a wooded area so it was getting dark. Then I was walking along taking pictures and there were two young boys playing a game with a ball. One of them, wanting to entertain the tourist, ran to me, took my hands and pulled me up on his shoulders and they would kick the ball up where I could catch it and throw it back down to them. I kept telling the kid to put me down because I’m so heavy he would hurt himself. Then it was brighter day and I was taking pictures in a crowded area, it looked like a city square or market square, VERY crowded, and a nun took my camera and was talking to me then she left with my camera. The air in the dream was mostly dark and there was a mist in the air at all times. I saw a field and the deep greens and low light and mist were just astounding, it was very vivid.