Dream April 16th 2008 The Great Tree
Yes that's right. For some reason all I have been posting of late are my dreams...
Dream of The Great Tree
My dream was purely an image, locked with the unquestionable understanding of a dreaming mind, and the raging feelings that charge the world only in sleep.
I came upon a lone tree, curving with gigantic, moss covered braches at the top of a small grassy hill. It was the only tree in sight for miles and miles, and like a lost and forgotten childhood friend, it knew me better than I knew myself.
The tree had called to me this morning, and I sprang from my bed into the dawn to meet it. I had searched for hours trying to locate it but at last I found it.
I climbed the hill, step by step, coming closer. As I reached the delicate, yet ancient form, I found myself at a grassy ledge, weed-less and gleaming with elegant dew drops in the fresh light.
Bellow the ledge a vast valley opened up and I peeked down tentatively, catching sight of the tree’s trunk. It was so enormous that it’s roots came from the valley floor, a thousand feet below me, cloaked in seething mist. If I didn’t look down, I noticed, the tree looked like any other dream of a climbing tree. Its braches were covered in beds of turquoise moss, and the braches were as soft and wide as mattresses. They were so inviting and I couldn’t resist a climb.
I hoisted myself up with the help of a healthy looking fern, planted deep into the moss. I made my way onto the biggest branch quite easily, despite the fact that was still wearing my nightdress. I felt ecstatic in the arms of the tree, but there was a strange, gnawing curiosity that held my attention. If I looked down at the chasm like I was now, the earth looked farther away than the darkest spot of universe, but if I looked behind me, it was but a jump away.
Dream of The Great Tree
My dream was purely an image, locked with the unquestionable understanding of a dreaming mind, and the raging feelings that charge the world only in sleep.
I came upon a lone tree, curving with gigantic, moss covered braches at the top of a small grassy hill. It was the only tree in sight for miles and miles, and like a lost and forgotten childhood friend, it knew me better than I knew myself.
The tree had called to me this morning, and I sprang from my bed into the dawn to meet it. I had searched for hours trying to locate it but at last I found it.
I climbed the hill, step by step, coming closer. As I reached the delicate, yet ancient form, I found myself at a grassy ledge, weed-less and gleaming with elegant dew drops in the fresh light.
Bellow the ledge a vast valley opened up and I peeked down tentatively, catching sight of the tree’s trunk. It was so enormous that it’s roots came from the valley floor, a thousand feet below me, cloaked in seething mist. If I didn’t look down, I noticed, the tree looked like any other dream of a climbing tree. Its braches were covered in beds of turquoise moss, and the braches were as soft and wide as mattresses. They were so inviting and I couldn’t resist a climb.
I hoisted myself up with the help of a healthy looking fern, planted deep into the moss. I made my way onto the biggest branch quite easily, despite the fact that was still wearing my nightdress. I felt ecstatic in the arms of the tree, but there was a strange, gnawing curiosity that held my attention. If I looked down at the chasm like I was now, the earth looked farther away than the darkest spot of universe, but if I looked behind me, it was but a jump away.
posted by Integrity at 4:58 PM
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