Dreams of South East Asia

This morning I awoke in a pool of my own sweat, good sweat that is, sweat from my dream of lying in a hammock on a secluded Island in the South Pacific. I am not sure what the name of the island was, but it had crystal white sand, green palms, and indigo water. From the ocean color, I think it must lie east of Borneo, where minerals from volcanic rock impart the unique indigo color to the sea. The green palms only exist in a small corridor west of Papua New Guinea, bracketed on the top by the sweeping islands of Micronesia. From my detective work, my dream must have occurred on the archipelago (a chain or cluster of Islands) of the Lessar Sunda Islands. Although I have not traveled there, I am familiar with the crystal white sands. A few months ago, a fellow traveler brought me back a vial of this white sand. Using a leather strap, I have fashioned that vial of South East Asian sand into a necklace I wear as a reminder of travels to come. This morning, dazed from my fantastical dream, I grasped my neck charm, and was comforted back to sleep. This is why I travel.