When I was little, I used to fly a lot in my dreams. I had one place in particular that I would travel to, and I just loved going there.
It was winter and victorian era, and we were in what I think is Russia. We were well-off, if not nobility then close. I was a little girl, with a blue button down coat over fancy dress. I wore a hat, gloves, and carried a muff. I was wearing boots that had to be laced up special and I felt all grown up in my fancy clothes. I was always about 5 years old in this experience. I was with my mother, whom I adored, and my father, whom I also adored. We were at some type of group of shops. It was night and snowing and I remember the tall gas lamps. It was so exciting because my parents were buying me a doll.
I was so happy when they placed that doll in my hands. She had a porcelain head and wore a fancy dress much like mine. I felt such overwhelming love.
I would always wake up after getting the doll, and always wished I could go back.
I had this same experience many, many times as a child, and maybe there was more that I have since forgotten.
I went there once as an adult, but its been many years since my final visit there. I miss it.
