I’m walking with my partner up a grassy tractor trail on the property I grew up on. There are several other people walking in both directions. Everyone is chatting and the atmosphere is light.

We crest a small rise and see a somewhat dilapidated out building. It’s cheerfully decorated with strings of lights, banners and signs. As we get closer we see a bustling farmer’s market in progress.

Inside the building is lit with more strings of lights and we slowly work our way though the building looking at the produce, crafts and curiosities. In the far corner of the building there is large room with a counter on the back wall and a large old wood burning stove near the center of the room.  There appears to be a cooking class or product demonstration underway.

The woman leading the activity looks vaguely familiar, like maybe I have seen her profile on Linkedin or somewhere. She is working at the stove, slicing something and talking. A closer look reveals she is using a neat little gadget that attaches a cutting board to a surface, in this case the edge of the stove top, and lets you swivel it out to increase your work space. I’m impressed and approach to ask her more questions. I ask a question about the device, she responds with a description of a small island off Croatia. From her description I know the island, I have been there, and my partner and I decide on the spot that we will move there.

We are back outside, many people are now lining up to get inside. The liveliness of the crowd becomes hushed, and our attention is drawn to a couple who have joined the line. The first thing I notice is their feet. They are so pale, the girl has her very white feet clad in a little mule slippers with white soles and fluffy white faux fur trim. The man has his pearly white feet clad also in mule slippers with white soles, but instead of white faux fur, he has gold trim. His legs are pasty white as well, with a halo of of golden hair sticking out from each leg. It occurs to me that his leg hair is sticking out because he’s freezing, the couple is standing in snow, as is everyone else. Everyone else is wearing long pants, boots, and long sleeved shirts. The couple is dressed all in white, with bare legs and arms. They look incredibly out of place. I’m so curious about where they came from, and why they have chosen this place to be.

I wake up.