In such dreams, the time is mostly midnight. My home is on a hill. The community is connected to the nearest town by a rugged road. Although it is only a two-minute drive away, due to the height, it takes about 20 minutes to walk.

It is always dark on the road, surrounded by woods on the mountains, and the only light sources are the scattered lights in the community and the lights from the small town. There are several old restaurants in the town, and buildings from the 1980s and 1990s usually only have about 6-10 floors. The same old barber shop, repair shop, supermarket, express station, bakery and grocery store. There is only one bus that reaches the town.

For some reason, I always start my dreams in a small town. I had no other thoughts but the thought of going home. Unfortunately, it rarely succeeds. Even if you try hard to enter the community, you may not be able to enter your home for various reasons. Sometimes I take my golden retriever with me, and sometimes I ride on a broomstick. The reason most people can't go home is that they can't find it. It is obviously a very familiar route, but I always take the wrong route. The door to the house is no longer in its original location.

In the entire community, there is only one activity at the gate - the security guard. But I could never communicate with them normally. There were people in the shops in the small town, but again, they were doing their own duties and ignored me.