As I ready myself for bed tonight it occurs to me to write down last night's odd dream lest I forget it by morning.
I was a student, in a university much like the ancient Greeks had, but in a place called Faralon. I was about to graduate and I had a choice, either become a member of the Faralon staff (I think it was an island) and stay there forever, or gather up the things most precious to me and leave, never to return. There was this huge elaborate gathering ceremony, where one assembled all the items deemed precious and traced outlines on a huge mural on the glories of Faralon.
"It isn't fair," I complained to anonymous dream voices, "I've only been here for the length of one dream." I don't remember their exact reply, but it equated to 'Life isn't fair'.
As I was finishing the ceremony, I started to wake up.
"Wait!" I yelled to the dream-voices, "Which one did I pick?"
"Isn't it obvious?" came the reply.
Now this felt like just an ordinary (if somewhat unusual) dream, but when I looked up Farallon I found two entries. One is "Faralon Rock", off of Tobago and Trinidad. The other, which 'resonates' with me more, is an ancient oceanic plate called Farallon Plate. It's named after the Farallon Islands. I have never heard of either to my memory, or any other place called Faralon. Who knows, in some alternate reality maybe I dreamt of Atlantis. Wouldn't that be a good fantasy story?