From time to time over several months, I dreamt an image very much like the one above. And subsequently on the edge of sleep, I began willfully visualizing myself there. Sometimes by the water. Sometimes walking among the trees. Sometimes within the structure high on the craggy peak, which I explore, or from which I simply look out the windows.
The image above is not an exact replica of the place I dreamt, but all the key features that were present are represented, and it captures the sense of scope and feeling of the original vista. The image above has since eclipsed the original in my thoughts, and offers itself as a highly accessible site for edge of sleep exploration.
Update 1/12/26: In my imagination on the edge of sleep I’ve built a small dock on the near side of the lake. That gets me out over the water, but not too close, as there are lots of large, strange beings, some perhaps uncordial, just below the surface. (I hope I can loosen up around that wariness as I acclimate.) And I’ve constructed a comfy wooden lounge-like deck chair where I sit on the dock under an awning, smoking a maduro-wrapped cigar, sipping a canned margarita, and admiring the view. I imagine when the weather turns, I may prefer to be in the structure on the craggy height … but maybe not. There are no shutters on the windows, so the wind and rain would certainly get in. The place could get super nippy and the wet stone floors would probably be pretty slippery. At the same time I’m not sure I’d want to install shutters since I like the way the place looks now very much. Of course, that may change.