The other night I had this vivid and weirdly specific dream.
I was in a plane taking off from France back to England and then it had to make an emergency landing about 15 minutes in.
A bit later on I was wandering down a path which was bumpy and had rocks and mud on it, and it wasn't easy getting to the other side (though the other side was in sight and I was pretty focused on getting there)...
I walked around this woodland type-thing for a bit longer and then came to another path. This path was straight, grass was growing and the view on both sides was beautiful. I remember green. When I got to the end of this path I went down some steps with a handrail and a block of flats next to them (weird I know), and I saw the most gorgeous beach, with white sand, palm trees and a bright blue ocean, like something you'd see in the Caribbean. My dad was there, and we made some business plans. Then I woke up.
Can't help thinking it might mean something, been stuck in my head since yesterday morning. Any interpretations are welcome