Writer's Block: Tossing and Turning
Many years ago, I would have the same dream each night, and it continued for three years. I would walk through a tropical jungle of some kind; very lush, very bright, and the colors of green were absolutely stunning. I had assumed it was an Asian jungle, namely Thai, as there were orchids growing wild, and orchids are native to Thailand. I could hear rushing water, a river of some sort, and eventually while following the slightly beaten path I was on, I would come to a waterfall that fed the river. To this day, I've never been able to find any proof of such a place existing, but I'm still trying.