The wooden cabin

{What will it be this time?}

I saw a wooden ceiling. The bed was fluffy and I had a blanket on. Definitely not my room.

A voice came from a distance; "Ray, you should be out of your bed when I enter, you hear me?" it was a female for sure. {Did she mean me?}

I got out of bed and looked around. The entire room was wooden, like a cabin. A single window by the bed and carpet below me. A study table at the foot of the bed with a folder on it.

{Well made, but not real.} This dream was going too hard for the country setting. The door opened, and a young-looking lady entered.

"Oh! You're up early?" she looked at me, surprised. "Get ready and pack your bag, don't forget your assignment. Rita is already eating," she stopped talking for a moment and looked at me, "you're healed right?"

{Do I feel pain? Nope.} I nodded, and she left the room. I looked around while getting fresh. Then wore some kind of weird tracksuit, put all the stuff in the bag, then left the roof with it.

The house was well made, like a classic house you'd imagine for living in the mountains. Must have cost a fortune to live here. The lady proceeded to give me a box and a full plate filled with meat. {How am I supposed to digest all of this?} I also noticed a girl, about two years younger than me, sitting diagonally from me. She was eating bread, so I assumed that she was Rita.

I began eating what was on the plate. The meat was delicious, it melted in my mouth. I gulped it all down before I knew it.

"Ray, you're eating like a Hog," Rita commented.

"Stop that Rita; he needs to eat a lot. He needs to restore his mana after what happened yesterday" the lady trailed off.

{Do I even have a back story? Neat.} "What happened yesterday? I don't remember much." {Now, tell me the story.}

Rita, being a good little sister which I never had, started explaining. "Yesterday at practice, you took a hit on chest and fell like twenty feet and broke few bones. Dad took an hour to fix you up."

{What happened?} That entire explanation was wild.

"Is that so?" I had no other words to say to her.

I had a few broken bones, fell twenty feet, yet I am walking fine today. And it takes only one hour to fix all that up? {What a wild dream.}

After the meal, we headed out to see a beautiful view. Our house was on a mountain, with a valley just below the porch. Rita jumped from the porch, but before I could react, she rose up and zoomed forward. I turned to look back at my mother.

"I am kinda scared." I told her.

"Don't worry son, your body knows how to handle itself. Close your eyes and jump. You'll get there."

{Well, here goes nothing.} I jumped from the porch. A light wind was flowing onto my face; I opened my eyes to see that I was flying. My speed went up a few times on its own and finally started to slow down once I reached a large open ground. I landed there.

I arrived here on my own, which made this entire process weird. This dream was in a fantasy setting, but all details were perfect. I felt like I knew this place from somewhere, it was in my memory but I couldn't recall it. {Where was this place?}