Here is a mysterious figure on top of a spiral portal, the moon is new, just a sliver of light, like a scythe. An owl with outstretched wings look at us, behind her, a path filled with fluttering fresh butterflies, just emerging. On the sides, the lit candles, the trailblazers of the souls leading the way. The trees are talking to each other and the purple night sky.
In the dark of night trees come to life in a new way, it’s like they are moving, communicating, branches flailing about violently. You can feel the ancient entities inside them at night.
In my dream I sprouted wings, or perhaps branches, like a tree. Feathers/leaves of green growing from me but instead of taking to the air and flying up I descended down and down. I had a dephtmeter reading -49, -68 and deeper and deeper I traveled. I thought of it as traversing the years, traveling the rings of a tree, like a spiral, a portal.