It is pitch black outside at 1:30 in the morning. I am groping for my headband/ flashlight. I find it in the stream which has risen two feet during the night. A bright light like daylight surrounds me when I turn on the flashlight. I look up through the branches of a sparkling tree. I move side to side to see if the branches are obscuring the sun, but they are not. Apparently, the light is coming directly from the tree. I have an important mission and I walk into town. There, hundreds of people are busy outside preparing for a major event. They align themselves on either side of the main street, working hastily to finish a construction project that everyone knows will be inadequate.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #113: Apparently, The Light Is Coming Directly From The Tree.
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