OK, here it is. Seems that it's like twilight and I'm on a narrow country lane. There are no houses or people anywhere. I'm walking down the lane, not with any sense of urgency or fear. The surrounding forest is getting thicker and the night is getting darker, but I have no problem navigating the trek, although by now the lane has become a trace road.

After what seems like a very long time, I come out of the woods into what appears some sort of medieval village. All of the cottages have no light in their windows. After a while I see what seems to be a tavern of some sort with a weak glow showing through small windows.

I push the door open, and find that it is indeed a travern, inn sort of place. There are several men sleeping at the few long wooden tables, heads on arms while seated on long benches. There is a low fire in the fire place. Someone comes to the old thick counter. Don't remember if it was a man or woman, but whomever it was, they seems quite congenial.

I must have awakened around then. I returned to sleep, only to have this same scenario repeated.

Any ideas?

Being in the dark, traveling by twilight signifies the subconscious, classic symbolic meaning of the moon or moonlight. The trees, or forest rather, further suggest the unconscious mind, that region that is obscured from the focused mind.

The cottages are particular stations in your life, aspects or expressions of your personality that are not expressed, not "alight," in your waking life. But the tavern has life inside, perhaps signifying a proclivity for imbibition to induce change or to become alive.

Everyone is in a stupor, asleep, on tables in an inn, signifying what one is feeding the mind and not having much to show for it other than unconsciousness within the unconscious. This, however, is comfortable, like a sedating anesthetic.

Perhaps this is not the meaning, but I am just riffing on what first comes to mind.

Here's another take.

You are travelling at twilight/night because that's actually what time it is: you're asleep, travelling in the dream realm. (Just as you do every night, whether you remember or not.)

You come to a village. (Well, there are people in Dreamland. They "live there," so it makes sense in the context of the story that they'd have houses.)

You come to a tavern. A place where villagers gather and wayfarers are welcome. My guess it that everyone is asleep because, until you get there, they have nothing to do.

This strikes me as what I call an "Invitation to the Waltz": an effort on the part of your unconcious to attract your attention and get you intrerested. Let me hasten to add that that is not at all inconsistent with Cycoprphy's interpretation above. Dreams can be understood at many levels, and the understanding at each level is valid for that level.