Thousand Flowers

In the dream, you are sailing down the sacred river to the land of the thousand flowers. It is said that there is a magical garden where the perfumed air is intoxicating.
As you step on to the shore place, you note the ripe, fresh scent of an Italian Blood Orange leading your way. You see a gate to a garden, so you open it.

Before you is a riot of beauty which invades all your senses. The flower bramble is thick with the scent of Freesia, Texas Magnolia, and delicate Chinese Peony. A few footsteps later, you begin to detect delicious lilacs, heady Gardenias, and wild, narcotic Jasmine.
This garden is an orgy of beauty, and you have lost all of your judgment to a state of drunken, joyful bliss.

You become insensible. You begin to laugh and roll around in the soft flower petals, overcome. And who could blame you? That is exactly the right response.