I was traveling around in a forest without touching the ground for some reason. I would climb trees, and jump from tree to tree to get around. Every once in a while, I'd stop to take in the scenery. I remember feeling oddly comfortable and nostalgic in this forest, even though I've never been in any woods or forest that resembled this one.
I kept moving, and after a while, came upon a clearing. There were people there, eating, talking, and being generally friendly. I climbed down, and everyone greeted me warmly, as if they were old friends of mine. That weird nostalgic, comfortable feeling never went away, either. What's strange is I didn't recognize anybody; none of my friends were there, either.
Before I got a chance to speak with them, I woke up, feeling wistful.

I'm with >>8. I've had some nonsensical dreams, but I feel like this one has a deeper meaning to it. It's been stuck in my head all day.