I am laying in a field of golden grass when I woke. I look around and the mixture of purples and oranges in the sky somehow blend into the grass I am laying upon. There is one tree, about the size of two average people tall. It is crooked and dark. I can feel the pain and sorrow within the tree and begin to weep. I finally realize that the tree is no longer there and I am once again alone in the field. I wipe my eyes clean of tears and stand up. A gust of wind come down and swirls around my body bringing colors of flashing blue and white. I hear voices within the wind bekoning for me. I can’t uderstand anything else they try to say. The wind is gone and my mind is spinning. When the spinning stops the tree is back. I begin to feel sorrow again along with fear as I start to walk to it. Pressure begins to push me down and crush into myself but I keep on walkings pushing back against it all until finally I reach the tree. My whole hand caresses the side of the tree and it starts to change colors. From dark brown and black to various hues of gold, pink and green. The pressure lifted and the voice said thank you as they dispersed from the tree. I had never felt so relieved and happy in my entire conscious and unconscious life.
