Phemuria

Lovely dreams lovely dreams....I dreamt I was on a beautiful place... an island of sorts. The leaves of the palms were dewy and salty and I sat in the black sand on the shore line breathing in the lovely wet air. The sky was overcast and there were many local islander people about. I asked a man "What is this place?" and he told me "Phemuria" or something of the sorts. I remember the wet sand....