I was standing looking out at a rather bleak terrain. There was a path or dirt road in front of me a little off to the left of center. It ran through the view before me, ending in some dark foothills in the distance. The land in between was barren. Not rocky, but looked like the dusty red clay of arkansas. The only sign of life was a rectangular patch of green off to the right of the road. The words "Tavern on the Green" popped into my head as I woke. I had the distinct impression this was a "real" place.
Well when I finally did a search I found out that it's a resturant
in NYC located by Central Park. I've never been to NY. Other than being a patch of green in a cement city I could see no relation to my dream. Then I looked up the word Tavern. It has french spanish and italian listed, but the root comes from latin meaning board. When I combined BORED with that landscape I got a pretty accurate picture of my current circumstance. Just thought I'd throw this out there as an example of understanding your dreams.
Marj