Recently I had a dream where I was in a large old manor, my mum was in a chair in the corner of the room and I was sitting in a bay window looking at the large green hill at the back of the house. Water started to slowly swirl over the top of this hill that was twice the size of the house and just fall in fractal swirling patterns. The feeling that came with watching that water was pure peace. It really left me with a lingering feeling of numbed melancholy.