I climbed a clock tower, sat on the ledge, looked out on this beautiful town, and sketched. It was so pretty! Everything was in pastel. It reminded me of those miniature Christmas villages, but it was spring or summer. There were fields and cute little buildings. I knew it was a dream, but I don't think I would call it a lucid dream. When I was climbing I got scared and I thought "it's okay, you've done this a million times before. This is a recurring dream." But I don't think it was recurring. I wish it was!