I had a meaningful dream, in which my wife Maria and I were walking hand in hand out on a deserted highway that ran through desolate semi-desert, sort of like western Texas and parts of Arizona in the U.S. We seemed to be somewhat lost and searching for our destination.
Then suddenly we came upon a beautiful little white roadway that led off to the left and down a slight slope. There, just about a hundred meters away, was a beautiful ornamental gate that was a building in . . .