Lily Lulonut

I used to dream about a village a long time ago. I’d say it’s been 15 – 20 years since I dreamt about this village. It’s not a real place mind you, or if it is, I’ve never found it.

I’d say I started dreaming about this village around the same time that I started discovering magick and the occult. Though given the vibes of this village, it’s not too surprising.

This village is nestled up next to a mountain. If you were to enter the village from the direction I always have, the mountains would be to the right.

This village has a lot of unique aspects to it. For one, there are no cars. There is a road, but its like what roads used to be, for pedestrians and not for cars. So the entire village has to be walked to get anywhere.

The village is also long, as in the main throughway is the center of town. With houses, shops, businesses, everything on both sides of the throughway.

The buildings are an interesting aspect, varied in design and size. Think buildings that are older America, or European. Perhaps even some eastern type buildings. Honestly, the more I think about it, the more I think it has buildings from all over the world. But older, less modern. Simple.

The people are quirky and wonderful. They are friendly and always willing to assist. They also don’t care if I am flying through town on my broom or not. It’s like they have seen it all, and seeing a witch fly through town is no big deal.

I have traveled down the main throughway multiple times, on multiple occasions. I remember going into the village on a night of celebration, perhaps a festival of some kind. I have explored the village at night, enjoying the night life. I have visited on random days when everything is just normal. Every visit is different.

Every time I have visited this village, I was looking for a place to stay. A place where I could stay and just write. Live in this town and be a writer. Live in my very witchy home, be a crazy witch lady, and write books. Everyone here is a writer, or wants to be a writer. Though this is more of a stereotype, and likely not true for all its residents. But it is true enough, and more so for me.

Though, as many times as I have explored the village looking for a place to live, I’ve never found the right place. I’ve even spent time in this village looking to rent a room, just so I could live there, get started.

I had forgotten this village, I had not thought about it in so long. Then out of nowhere, I dreamt about it. As usual, I was looking for a place to live. Any old place where I could get started.

I woke up this morning happy, so happy to have found this village again. Like remembering a long lost love I used to have. It was wonderful!

I don’t know if this place exists. I don’t know the name, or perhaps I used to know it and have forgotten. But now that I have reconnected with it, I want to return. I want to explore, and perhaps find my place there.

Lily Lulonut