Trees are said to be the heart and lungs of Planet Earth, and in ancient times were worshipped for their divine nature. This curious and colourful dream came sleeping al fresco in an Australian rainforest…
I am chatting to a mysterious girl at a mysterious party, who is gossiping in riddles and irony. She is pretty, with silvery hair and glittery skin, and has the air of a harpy…
It feels like a Midsummer’s Night Dream, an atmosphere of unreality and magical goings-on, where mystical fireworks are cracking off amongst the party goers…
I find myself teleported onto the high-up branch of a boo young tree, and the harpy girl suggests we need to wait for this special record to play…
I am feeling confused, a little trapped, and suffering dark waves of paranoia – wondering why I am here in the leafy tops of this giant ancient tree…
Now standing up, on the thick black branch, I lean over and push the harpy girl off the gnarly knot she is perched on…
She glides elegantly to the ground below, and floats back up to the treetop with a wicked beaming smile on her face…
The dream ends here.