We were high in some landscape, near the cloud forest, having travelled there by bus (much like the bus ride I took on the Central American Hwy in Costa Rica years ago). At one of the stops, my friend, Sophia, was making tortillas (naan?) in a clay pit in the ground, and feeding them to the passengers.
A fellow traveler began singing a Love Syndicate tune, (let's see if I remember which one today- I did! Name that Tune), and before I could say, "Hey, I know the guy who wrote that song!", there was Josh (#2, from Philly), on the bus! Everyone was happy to see him, and he sat next to me and gave me hug after hug.
We finally reached our destination. A mountain ridge, high plateau - Andes? Himalayas? No snow, no cold, but desolate.
There were building blocks the size of cars stacked in all types of configurations, reminiscent of a Salvador Dali painting.
Suddenly the stark landscape became an immense children's playground, surrounded by woods. Josh, Lenny, and I started chasing each other, and when Josh caught me, he had the most satisfied grin on his face, I laughed so hard I was rolling on the ground.....that's when I woke up!