I dreamt that I was in the forest. Lost. Alone. Searching for something. It felt like I was frantically searching to the point of exhaustion at which point I lay down and quickly fell asleep. Almost as if drugged. I kept trying to wake myself up and continue with my search. It was as if I was looking at myself from the outside of my body as I lay there asleep on the forest bed. I must have slept for a very long time. Long enough for the forest to start wrapping itself around me. I wasn’t afraid. I felt at peace somehow. And rather than ravishing but body in dark mystery, the forest engulfed me in pretty flowers, as if symbolizing new life.