As I stood amongst them, these old trees reminded me of a dream.
Down into cool, gravely earth went my feet. I felt them push past rocks and stones and divide into powerful roots. They twisted and turned as they felt their way ever deeper, seeking out life giving moisture. My arms went up as branches into the air. They reached out and grew many limbs, dividing and forking out into the spaces. I felt my body slowly stretch and turn, the bark on my torso becoming thick and woody as I spiralled ever upwards towards a loving sun. I rested in the warmth for a moment, still moving, still growing, but at the end of the turning. A while later, and I started to fall back. Slowly, so slowly, in rest towards the peace of earth. I felt my limbs touch the ground and my body sigh and surrender. I lay in stillness - waiting, but not waiting.
In my dream, I knew there was an urgency for me to return to my human form. I knew I had to sit up - my very survival depended on it. With great effort, as if I were magnetised to the ground, I hauled my frame upwards to a sitting position. I found myself looking at a great crowd of light filled figures. Four were sitting on the ground opposite me, across a fire whose lively flame obscured their features, but I could see they were smiling. I said 'I'm alright now'.