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I'm driving (or floating) through my personal desert landscape.
It's a mix of the Mojave and Sonoran deserts, with a little swampy area & foggy, forest cemetery off in one mountainous corner.
In the foothills are small towns with beautiful homes in a variety of architecture styles. They are abandoned, but still full of cool shit. I like to explore them. Sometimes, at night, I sit in a backyard & get to watch a rocket shoot into space.
If I travel to the coast, I find myself at a Pacific-like beach with cliffs & caves. If I climb the cliffs, there is another town, but it has people. I can stand at the edge of the cliff & watch tsunami waves roll in and the waves touch my toes; the people of the town come and watch with me - it's a popular event.
To the north is an icy shore, and the border of my dreamscape.
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OK, if we're talking recurring dreams, I only ever had the one way back in elementary school. It started as a falling dream, and I'd land in the illuminated part of a curved tunnel. Next to me was a wire cage full of the good toys. Y'know--the ones the other kids had and I didn't. The cage wasn't a prison, it was a defense. The first couple times I fell into this dream I simply played in the cage.
The cage was to the right of my spawn point, so one time I felt my way along the inner curved wall on the left. I felt my way forward a ways, then retreated to the cage of toys. Repeat every night for a month, inching ever farther forward each time.
Eventually I went all the way around and came back to the illuminated part with the cage of toys. It wasn't a curved hallway, it was a torus. A donut, and once I walked all the way around it, I neutralized its horror.
I never had that dream again. Nor any kind of falling dream.