My Dream Last Night

I dreamt curiously of Buenos Aires last night. I was en route to the city and came over top of some tall mountain and saw this delightful place spreading out to the coast. I have never been to Buenos Aires, so I do not know if it looks anything like I pictured in my dream. I do not think there are even mountains. But it was one of those dreams that felt so real and created so much fullness, as if all roads were leading there. I carried on about my day thinking back on a place I visited the night prior, hoping I might see it again soon.