Apparently I was sitting in some large architectural neo-modern building that was completely empty. It had incredibly large ceilings that seemed to go on forever. The room I was in sitting in the middle of, seemed to go on and on for miles, without any end or wall in my sight. Just a large open space with walls on the side, but no end of it anywhere.
I was sitting on a white concrete stool. One of those things you might find in a garden. Behind me, was a quiet, large waterfall dropping all the way down from the top of the ceiling and falling gently behind me. I could hear the sound of water rushing down, but never hearing it hit the ground.
I was holding a pen and had a dark notebook in my lap, but I wasn't paying attention to that at all. All I was doing was continually staring up at the ceiling above me, and looking at the vast emptiness of it. Suddenly I heard an organ playing, echoing in the distance somewhere, with people's voices whispering over it. I remember not moving my head, but looking down with my eyes at the dark hallway that I could barely see miles away - way, way down in front of me. Sort of a dark spot in the middle of all these white walls. I strained to hear more of what might be going on.
Sitting there in the middle of the quiet, peaceful water falling, and hearing the gentle underground noise of an organ playing gently - I finally felt content and closed my eyes. I think I liked knowing I was there completely by myself - accepting and embracing the beauty that can come from being alone; that only you and yourself can experience. No one else. Because its the only time you feel fully understood. It's a great moment of fulfillment.
(http://ligamusic.com/Lyrics/2885092/Tomita/The_Ravel_album/Pavane_Pour_Une_Infante_Defunte/mp3/ )
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