We’re in bed. It’s morning. The sky is bright and it’s warm. The window, high on the wall, is open.
“Smell that”, he says.
I look out of the open window. Ahead, almost obliterating the sky, is a mountain full of trees. It’s all very uniform – I mean, each tree seems exactly the same. They are a vivid, bright green. I can smell them. It is pine.
We are in a room that is not ours. It is a bed and breakfast, or something like that. It is most certainly NOT winter and, for some reason, it is a place that F knows.
Then the trees start moving towards us. Slowly at first but gathering pace.
The fill the whole window now. It’s some sort of landslide, I think. It’s going to engulf our room!
I wake up.
Andy, oh my! quite an image, feel and smell. I was right there with you (both), heehee :-), seriously tho – I could feel the movement and the fear of the unknown. Wow!!
Love to you
Gail
peace…..
Yeah – what I didn’t tell you was that after the dream I replayed it in the next dream because I knew it was false and I realised that it couldn’t be real and it was just a trick to my senses because the trees were too uniform!
Talk about weird!