forest of dreams

Lying in bed, you feel the sleep taking over your body. Slowly closing your eyes you ascend in your mind to the place of places. They rise before you as an ancient forest, dreams for you to pick from like you would pick a tree for christmas, although these trees are much bigger. The forest stretches out before you in every direction you look. A small breeze makes the leaves rustle as you look around. Trees you touch show a film, the embodyment of your dreams. In one you're a dog chasing after a ball that has been thrown, in another you're a manager holding a speech at a big banquet. Each tree, a different dream. But where good dreams exist bad ones do aswell, and you see some trees that look as if they were about to die. As you touch the tree you see why. In this dream you loose control over your car and crash into a bridge. Startled you take a few steps back from your dream. A dream of death, a dyeing tree, even in this quiet forest not everything is merry and good, even here bad things happen. But in this forest you can step back from the bad things. It's for you to pick your dreams out of this forest, good or bad. This is your dream forest