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.