Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Old Oaks

I hardly ever remember my dreams.
The other morning however, I woke up remembering a wonderful scene in a huge courtyard outside some type of college or institution.
As in the way of dreams, I came into the courtyard transported like I was floating. In front of me, a huge oak tree with old gnarled branches, sun lit and just overwhelmingly beautiful. Then, all of a sudden, I was under the branches, on my back, but instead of just laying still, it was like I was on a dolly rolling under the branches, a feeling of childlike wonder pouring through me.

What a contrast from the dream I had just before this scene.
I knocked two peoples heads together that were irritating me.
It felt great too.

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