Dreams coming true

Here's an excerpt from a journal entry I wrote early on Saturday, September 8:I had a beautiful and surreal dream early this morning. I stood at the top of a deep valley at sunrise. Before me, a gentle path sloped straight ahead over rocky ground to the bottom of the valley, which held a natural stone arch in front of a small, perfectly round pool of blue water, reminiscent of a cenote. Behind the pool on the other side of the valley were high cliffs surrounding the pool on three sides, so the overall shape of the valley was something like a keyhole. Above the cliffs was a plateau, and above the plateau, layers of clouds streaked with pink and orange from the sunrise. I believe the sun was actually behind me though I did not turn around to see it.I noticed a long column of spiderweb going all the way down the path in front of me. I detached a few strands of this from the rocks, which created a kaleidoscopic chain reaction effect of motion going all the way down the column. Deciding I needed to document this, I took out a video camera and began to film and narrate. I realized when I panned up to the clouds that I had missed the prettiest part of the sunrise as the sky no longer had so many pretty colors. I also realized that there was no way the camera would capture the spiderweb action. I spoke to document the experience, noting that I was on my way down into the valley for a morning swim in the pool. I panned from the stacks of now mostly blue and white fluffy clouds on the plateau on the other side down the rocky face and finally to the pool. I put away the camera and began the descent. The dream fizzled out soon after that, but the images were so vivid that they colored my morning. Later in the day I realized I was making lots of progress blasting through my to-do list and should have some time to go for a hike on Sunday. The weather was beautiful. I texted Stephan and proposed a hike in Turkey Run State Park, which is about halfway between Indianapolis and Urbana. We had a lovely hike on Sunday and it occurred to me that while not exactly like my dream landscape, Turkey Run has many features in common with the one in my dream: deep, round glacially carved basins with tall walls of rock, for one. On my drive into Indiana the clouds were stacked in white, fluffy bands, not unlike the ones in my dream. Perhaps my subconscious needed me to get outdoors.I think I am going through a phase where dreams become real. This is certainly true of my experience so far with doctoral studies.