Dream

I dreamt about a log cabin in a mountain forest during winter. I don't know where. It was day, morning after a blizzard. I had to traverse waist deep snowbanks to get to the door. No one inside, but clearly not abandoned. The furnishing was rustic. Wooden chairs, a heavy rough-hewn wooden table, coarse stone mantlepiece over a crackling fireplace. Animal skin rugs littered the floor. I put water on in a cast iron kettle and started to look for coffee. After a time ■ came in. ■ aged well. Said ■ email address was ■.■@gmail.com. I don't remember details of the conversation.
After I woke up I looked it up and came up empty. No hits.