I had a fragment of a nightmare last night. It was more of a ring of a nightmare, than a fragment. The same moment, happening, with a start and end point, looping over and over. I was awake and aware that I was having a dream. At the same time though, I wasn’t able to stop it or slow it down. I kept seeing a giant tree. Reaching up and out. A massive oak tree, with branches that reached out to the sides and down to the ground. The tree must have been hundreds of years old. The wood looked like it had turned to stone. The tree was massive where it went into the ground, and the roots had buckled up.

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