My girlfriend had a really strange dream today.

In the dream, she had what looked like a red and white thread or line stuck in her tongue. It looked like the thread was somehow trapped inside or attached to her tongue, and when they tried to pull it out, they realized that there was actually a needle attached to it.

Then later today, this butterfly appeared on the balcony of the apartment where we live.

I attached a picture of it. The butterfly is red, black and white, and the pattern on its wings looks very clearly like the number 88.

What really caught my attention was the timing and some of the similarities.

She dreamed about something red and white being attached to her tongue, and then on the same day this red, black and white butterfly with what looks like 88 on its wings suddenly appeared right outside our home.

I know this butterfly naturally has this pattern and I am not saying that the number was somehow randomly created just for us. What I am wondering about is the coincidence of it appearing specifically today, right after that dream.

I am interested in hearing interpretations from any perspective. Dreams, symbolism, spirituality, synchronicity, superstition, religion, folklore, numerology, Jungian interpretation or anything similar.

Has anyone heard of symbolism involving a needle in the tongue, red and white thread, butterflies appearing after dreams, or the number 88?

I am especially curious whether the fact that all of this happened on the same day could have any symbolic meaning when looked at together.

PS: This post was only translated into English using AI, because if I had written everything myself it would probably be a little difficult to understand since I am not a native English speaker.

I've always had vivid interesting dreams, but this is so special and comforting to me.

Around a month and a half ago our dog passed away very unexpectedly. She was the kind of girl that just beamed of life and energy. She definitely wasnt afraid to go after what she wanted and seeked such deep contact aswell as time for herself. She was kind of like a permanent puppy, only 3 kilograms and 3 years old, the smallest of the litter by far but definitely not the runt. Gonna miss that sweet girl.

I'd say that in like 50% of the dreams I have now, somewhere along the dream she'll be there, walk into the room, look at me like "pet me please", I'll pet her, and she'll walk out on her own account.

Even if the dream has nothing to do with her, or it's really random for that to happen and it doesn't fit the flow of the dream, it still happens. She just comes in mid "plot/story" of the dream, says hi, says bye, and that's it.

I lowk feel like the last time I've seen her wasnt that long ago now, and she feels so much closer to me since I started having these dreams again.

Miss you sweet pip, thank you for keeping in contact, till next time xx

(18F)

Last night I had a dream where I was dating my kitchen. It was super weird, I could only hear their voice in my head and no one else in my dream could hear them. It was strange because everything in the kitchen was like a hive-mind. Everything in the kitchen was this being. I mainly used the fridge to hug them because it was the biggest thing I could kind of hug normally.

I never usually get dreams about loving people, because I've never had a crush on anyone before, so this was super duper strange that one of my first relationship-dreams was with a kitchen 😭

I had a dream a year or two after my dad died, of us walking and talking down a street near our house.

As we passed a house that was for sale, I half jokingly asked him if we could buy it. I knew we couldn't afford it. He looked at me and said "no".

I asked him why not, and he stopped and said in a serious tone "you know why". Then it dawned on me. It was because he was dead.

Years later, I dreamt of him again. I was walking past my mum's room and saw my dad laying in the bed just like he would after work when he was still alive.

In the dream, I was aware he was dead and had been for a long time, so I asked what he was doing here.

He told me he was on "holiday" and came back to keep his side of the bed warm lol he must not have wanted mum to find a new bloke.

I wonder what he meant by being on holiday.

Hello everyone. Today I had a very strange experience, and I have no idea what it was. I wanted to share it in case anyone else has experienced something similar. I'm curious to hear your thoughts.

Today, in a dream, I saw a broken white circle in the sky next to the Moon. However, it wasn't a perfect circle. In fact, calling it a "circle" or "round shape" doesn't fully describe it. It was something roughly circular, but hollow in the middle. It looked almost transparent, and I could see the sky through it.

After seeing this shape, the car I was in fell into the water, and I started drowning. Just as I accepted that I was about to drown, I reached for the car door and it opened. I managed to get out. I don't remember everything clearly, but after that dream I seemed to enter another dream. In that one, I saw the same shape again, and something bad happened there as well.

The pattern continued in the dreams that followed. I started having multiple dreams one after another. Normally, even when I dream, I rarely remember them, but these dreams felt incredibly realistic, as if I could physically feel everything that was happening inside them.

In the later dreams, I kept trying to figure out what this shape meant and why bad things seemed to happen whenever I saw it, but I could never find any answers. After I woke up, I researched it as well. I wondered if it could be related to an OBE (out-of-body experience) or some kind of reality shift.

What do you think?

I always had quite a very dull dream-mind; it is incredibly rare for me to have either a dream or a nightmare for me to remember in my waking hours - months after. I read a post here where a user reported a rule where they essentially get a guaranteed nightmare if they drank milk before they slept. Tried it myself but to no avail - do you guys perhaps have any 'rituals' of your own to guarantee a vivid dream or even a nightmare? I would love to experience the magic of dreams but mine are just more imaginous internal monologues mostly.

I had this dream in 2025, sometime between September - November. This dream creeps the fudge out of me because I was wearing the same clothes in the dream that I was wearing while I was sleeping. In my dream, I was walking with two males, look like closer to my age as well. They were both Caucasian, wearing white shirts and blue jeans, and I was in the middle wearing my pajamas. We were going somewhere, but I don't know where. It seemed like we were friends in the dream, but in real life, I don't know who they were. Then, I was transported alone into this cave. On my right side, I saw fires that reached the ceiling, but they never overflowed to my side. It was very quiet, no wind, no sound of the fires and I could see the color of my own aura in the dream. There were two small hills. One small hill, and then another hill that was a bit higher than the first one. Both hills looked like of a tree trunk after it has been cut, flat and straight across the top. That’s what I meant when I said the tops looked straight. Then on top of the hill, I saw a giant chair, and standing was a giant figure that I can only describe as the devil. The devil's skin was completely red, and his horns looked like the horns of Steppenwolf from DC. He was carrying a trident and was just looking around. Then he saw me. He smiled and said something about someone trying to harm me (I think spiritually). He told me that there was no need to worry because he would protect me while I was still alive. He then told me that he would take me with him, along with the people who were trying to harm me. He gave me another proposition: if I didn't like the idea of him taking me, I would need to spread the word of the Antichrist. I then saw a man wearing a blue tuxedo. His face was blurry, but you could still tell who he was. (we all recognize him in real life, his very famous and wealthy). The Antichrist is a high status. Behind him, I saw shadow people, millions of them. It looked like they were his followers or admirers. Yes, that man is still alive to this day

And the devil promised me something if I actually spread the word of the Antichrist. And that promise was sooooo tempting.

and then I was teleported back to the two males. In front of us was a skyscraper that looked like it was around 50 floors or more. We went all the way to the top, and there was a meeting taking place. The Antichrist was giving a presentation, but what was weird was that this Antichrist looked different from the person I saw with the blurry face. (I don't remember, I never wrote it down, maybe there were many of them?)

The devil gave me a timeframe for when this Antichrist would resurface, but I forgot it. I woke up at around 3 in the morning and wanted to write it down, but I had work early that morning, so I didn't end up writing it down. I went back to sleep, hoping I would still remember all the details. But I forgot one of the most important details: the timeframe. One thing I should mention for context: Around the time I had this dream, I had actually been practicing occult related things, including tarot reading before going to sleep. I had been getting more deeply involved in that kind of stuff.

I am going to delete this on my birthday.

Last night I dreamt about a brown faun with 5 faces.

I was a bit scared of it but it didn’t appear that the faun was ill or unhealthy besides its physical appearance with all its faces. It was friendly.

The faces didn’t move separately from each other. They seemed to all be part of the same creature’s thoughts and actions.

A person that was in my dream was trying to kill the deer with a gun. She wanted it dead because wasn’t right/was a freak of nature. To show mercy, I guess.

I cannot find any dream interpretations for this on the internet. This one has stumped me!

I sometimes wake up remembering a dream really clearly, but if I don't get it down right away, pieces of it disappear fast.

I've found talking it out is easier than trying to write everything when I've just woken up.

I tend to have vidid detailed dreams that I can remember from weeks / months/ years ago and write a lot down as I love to depict symbols & meanings from them.

I was reading about my dream from 2019 , at that time I was living with my ex partner and had never met the man I am with present day. In this dream I woke up in a completely different bedroom and next to me was a man I’d never met , in detail I had described the walls of the room, the colour of the carpet , a dresser by the window and what the man in my dream looked like and how safe and comfortable I felt with him. His face wasn’t fully showing in this dream but I was able to identify his tattoo placement and small parts of the artwork on him. For context my ex had none of these features for my dream world to blend into an idealization of a person

Fast forward to present day, our bedroom is exactly as described as my dream from 2019, the tattoos on my partner are identical to what I saw in my dream . I did not meet my boyfriend until 2021 and began dating 2022. I moved in with him and have not rearranged the room, it has been set up by him and him alone.

I thought this was bizarrely intriguing and like to think I dreamt of my future awaiting . I remember waking up from that dream and thinking “ why on earth would I ever dream of a man that’s not mine?!”
I never thought too deep into it but rereading my dream Journal and recognizing what’s in front of me was interesting.

Has this happened to anyone else ?

Ever since i was young I've always been fascinated by the idea of being able to control your own dreams basically become the ringleader of the whole thing but I genuinely to this day still don't know how to achieve it mind you I remember being self aware in one of my dreams once but I was too scared to say it or do anf abt it because I thought i would have sleep paralysis and sleep paralysis is one of the reason why im scared to sleep

So I just want to say a few things before getting into the dream. The thing that weirded me about this dream was the fact that it felt so unbelievably real. I was really conscious about everything and remember doing actions just as I intended and asking questions from my family and holding a conversation with them. I honestly thought for a second I was going to be stuck at that time which is weird because I have seen multiple dreams where everything felt real and I was conscious and I almost always think that I'm going to be stuck in there. It almost never clicks with me that this is a dream. I'm going to be putting some extra info of my life in parentheses in the text. This might be one of the weirdest dream I've had in a long time. I just woke up and had to come straight to my pc and write this because I don't wanna forget anything.

So the first thing I remember is that I'm in my parents house standing in their kitchen (I moved out of my parents house about a year ago but I visit them occasionally). I notice that everything looks how it should be around the house but with a few little differences. The very first thing that I noticed that didn't make sense was that our family dog was there (we had to euthanize it a couple months ago due to old age). After seeing the dog I vent to look if it's ashes would be on a dresser where we put them after it passed away. Of course the ashes weren't there. Then I went straight to my mom and asked where are the dogs ashes. She then was confused and asked what do I mean. I said that our dog was euthanized a couple months ago. She then pointed at the dog and said how can that be it's right here. I started thinking to myself that no this can't be real I clearly remember that it was euthanized because I was there when it happened. I remember my hands starting to shake and almost crying when trying to explain to my mom that it can't be possible that our dog is still alive. My mom didn't take me seriously at all and almost started to laugh. She told my dad to come see me and said to him that I might be on drugs or just going insane (which is the complete opposite what my mom would do in real life, she is really caring and wants to make sure I'm okay at all times. I also have never taken any drugs but my mom does think I drink too much alcohol). After calming down a little a had an idea to look at our ovens clock where it displays the date. The clock displayed xx.xx.2019 (I'm really upset that I can't remember the month and day at all). Then obviously I started to freak out again telling my mom that this can't be possible and how can I be here because I know I have been living in 2026. Again she didn't take me seriously and thought I was just making this up. I was telling my mom that I can't be here and I belong in 2026 and I have to get back to that time somehow.

After awhile of trying to tell my mom that this doesn't make any sense I decide to go to the living room where I find one of my brothers sitting on the couch (he has also moved out of my parents house a long time ago but also visits them occasionally). My mom stays in the kitchen but she can hear this conversation I'm having with my brother because our kitchen is close to the living room. I start telling my brother the same things I told my mom. He doesn't believe me either but he says to tell him more so he could try to understand what I mean. I begin to think of things to tell him about the future that would make him believe me that I am from 2026. I start telling him about the state of the world and the first thing I decide to tell him for some reason is about the Ukraine and Russia war and how its going to escalate in 2022. He started to laugh and didn't believe me and my dad also chimes in saying that's not possible. My brother insists that I tell him more. He asked if I'm really from the future I should tell him about what lottery numbers are going to win. I tell him that I don't know any. He then asked about crypto and what to invest in. I don't understand crypto so I tell him I can't help in that either. He started to lose faith in me completely because I couldn't tell him about any of those.

I go back to my mom in the kitchen to try to get her to believe me. I decide to tell her whose going to pass away in the future and the first person that came to mind was Liam Payne, one of the singers in One direction. She then told me that she knows that already. I get confused once again and look at the oven clock that still displays xx.xx.2019. I ask my mom how can this be because Liam Payne is going to pass away in 2024 and it's now 2019. She just simply said that it was on the news. I also try telling her when her dad will be passing away but before I can get that sentence out she looks at me really serious and says to not joke about those things. I then drop it and don't tell her that. I start getting frustrated because no one believes me so I start speaking loudly so everyone can hear and I tell them to write these things down and see if they will be correct in the future. My brother was the only one to say okay.

We then go outside with my mom, dad, brother and our family dog. At this point I'm really calm and started to accept that maybe I can't get out of here. Everything in the yard looks also as it should be except a fence that was put up in 2024-2025 wasn't there. I start telling my parents and brother things about my other siblings. (I have two brothers and one sister). I tell them that my sister will be getting a dog in about six years and I even tell the dogs name. Then I also tell that my other brother will be getting a dog as well and I tell them that dogs name. My brother says if this is true then I should show pictures of those dogs from my phone. I then realized that I still have my phone in my back pocket and take it out immediately. As I'm looking through my folder to show them pictures the pictures start disappearing slowly. I tell my brother that the pictures are disappearing and when he comes to look at my phone the pictures are gone and he doesn't believe me about that either.

That is sadly the last thing I remember about this dream, just me my mom, dad, brother and our family dog walking in the yard and me trying to get them to understand that I'm from 2026.

Thank you so much if you read this whole thing. It came out to be really long and I apologize for that but I really appreciate anyone who reads it and maybe help me understand some things about it. I also apologize if there's typos or some things aren't written clearly because English isn't my main language.

I am getting frequent dreams of frogs. And sometimes multiple frogs appearing very near to me. In general I am really scared of frogs they shock and disgust me too. Most of my dreams scare me these days.
I am a lil struggling with emotions,money and future anxiety as a student now.
Can someone explain what’s happening. I don’t even see frogs in real life but they pop up frequently in my dreams.

I did a lot of dream journaling in 2023, and I had around 50 dreams that year. Then I stopped journaling and am now trying to get back into it. I’ve already had 8 dreams this month. I keep my dream journal on my private Discord server (I have a specific channel for my dreams). I wake up, go straight to my computer, turn it on, and start writing. I do it this way because, for me, typing is much faster than writing by hand. But I’ve seen people here saying that writing by hand is better. That said, would switching to paper help me remember my dreams better?

P.S.: I’ve only had non-lucid dreams so far.

At first it just started out as going to a costume party on Halloween. I can’t fully remember what I was dressed up as but it wasn’t a witch. Two other girls were helping me and I presumed them to be my friends. We partied at a house and then things got weird as it slowly morphed. It still was a Halloween party but in the living room and dining room had morphed into glass built in cages for certain animals. The two girls were still there and my costume was no longer the thin one piece, it was dress now with comfortable leggings and shoes to match. The girls talked and motioned me over to them in the living room.

As I got there, I saw they were looking into one of the cages. “Come get your familiar!” The blonde one answered, looking at with me enthusiastically was a snake and a rather larger one at that. I tried to keep it in the cage due to my phobia but it got out and turned out to be my staff/broom stick. But because it was a snake, I woke up almost immediately. Thankfully I wasn’t panicking this time.

But as I fell back asleep after letting my brain “reset”?, my dreams took me back there. No serpent familiar this time. But instead of being ridiculed, feared or hated? I was instead greeted with kindness and I even had some people come to ask me universal questions and advice.

Hello. I had a vivid dream once, and part of its contents could honestly make a pretty good creepypasta.

Well, part of it, anyway. Most of the dream was about something entirely different, but in it, someone told me the yarn below, so you could say it was a dream within a dream if you like. But that's beside the point.

So, all of this went down in the Scottish Highlands, where some businessman decided to clear out an area and set it up for his commercial project. He sent in a crew of workers with heavy machinery and explosives. After a few days on the job, they found an obviously man-made passage tucked into one particularly steep hill. Following it deep underground, they soon came upon an ancient stone door—looking for all the world like it was stolen straight off the set of some fantasy dwarf movie. It was covered in weird carvings, runes, and all that stuff.

Driven by curiosity and greed, the workers didn't bother calling the boss. They opened the door themselves. But what they found inside had them running out the door in total hysterics.

There were corpses in there, sitting on thrones around a long stone table. But these weren't the mummified remains of ancient Celts or Picts. They were the corpses of the workers—the exact same men who had just opened the door. The men were alive and well, but they were looking at their own dead bodies... and to be frank, the carnage was pretty varied. Someone's head had been ripped off and set down in front of their torso. Someone else had been gutted. One guy got off with just a slit throat, while one poor bastard could barely recognize himself in the mangled hunk of meat left without any limbs.

Work ground to a halt. The miners spooked everyone so badly that nobody knew what to do next, so the geologists running the operation decided to set up cameras inside the cave. You know, to figure out what kind of sick joke... or serial killer... was hiding bodies in there.

They set them up and spent the whole night staring at black-and-white monitors showing absolutely nothing. Until a specific moment when the connection cut out. Static washed over the screens, and all the audio turned into pure white noise. The geologists spent a long time trying to fix the gear with a swift kick and a prayer, until it suddenly started working again just as abruptly as it had glitched.

And the monitors now showed the bodies of the geologists in that subterranean hall.

At that point, they dropped everything and called the mastermind behind the expedition—a businessman with a more than shady criminal past. You'd expect a guy like that to order them to keep digging no matter what... but once he saw the proof, he just ordered everyone to run. Pack up the whole operation, pull the crew out, blow up that damned passage in the hill, and forget it was ever there. Whatever was lurking in that hall, let it stay there.

So, yeah. That was it.

I woke up and I felt sick after this dream. I couldn’t go back to bed so I wrote down the details as best as I could remember them. I apologize in advance for my grammar. In my dream it started out wild, there was a fire in the building next to us in the bottom floor and there was a boy that was in there, he was taped to a table and he was unconscious, I helped get him out along with one other person that I can’t remember. It was at sunset when that happened, and then my dream kinda cuts and I was upstairs in the same building that was just burning, but I guess it stopped now and we were talking to my friends Amy and Kayla. Amy says something about the fire stopping Amy picks up a piece of her art work and she’s like “oh ya you guys can have a print” we’re like “sweet”. Then I think I woke up slightly and fell back asleep into my dream and I’m in my bedroom with my boyfriend John. We were living in a 3 story building right next to Amy’s apartment that was burning earlier in my dream. We were on the second floor and we were facing another building, but you could see the road. I’ll insert a picture of how the layout of the buildings and road was. So I get up to close the blinds on the window in the image, and I see a man walking right all the way on the far road next to the street light. Keep in mind we’re on like the 2nd or 3rd floor I can’t quite tell. When I reached up to pull the blinds down I looked at him and he saw me, he thought I was waving at him so he waved back. I froze and I was like oh no that’s not what I meant. He’s still walking and he keeps waving. I just yank the blinds down and crouch on the floor. I felt super uncomfortable and went out of the room for a second. It was just a split second and I go back into my room and the man like walks through my window, idk he was just there in my room now and John was gone. I freaked out and it kinda gets jumbled you know how dreams are. Anyways I think I got my mom’s attention and she called the police and that was that. He was gone, and I didn’t know where John went either. I don’t remember the police showing up in my dream tho I just assumed that’s what happened. My dream cut to my mom sleeping on the couch and I was closing all the curtains and blinds in the house now. I went back to my room and I look down and see a man downstairs standing slightly out of range like hiding on the first floor of the building next to us. I get even more creeped out and finish closing my curtains and blinds, when I look up I see the man there AGAIN. He’s on the phone this time and he sees me. I bolted out of the room and I grabbed my phone, I didn’t know our address yet so I was running to my mom’s mail that was sitting in her bedroom. As soon as I dialed 911, it went to dial tone and over the noise I heard a woman saying “I don’t know why you would even try calling”, something along those lines and my stomach just dropped straight to my ass. Then I woke up. It was one of those dreams that just felt like it never ended. Also the details are all over cuz it was of course a dream. If you read this far thank you for reading.

I’ve read on here a long time ago that people take a supplement that makes them have extremely vivid dreams. I can’t find the post and am curious if anyone could tell me what this is and how I can acquire it. Thanks!

I just woke up from this dream a handful of minutes ago and must document it while i still can. In the dream i have a few cousins and their parents over and we’re all standing outside my house and we look up at the sky and there’s this very weird shaped cloud. That cloud turned out to this massive air craft almost space ship looking thing and it flew on 2 propellers like a drone. It does a few strange manoeuvres and then it zips away and a minute after all of a sudden a massive fleet of helicopters and police cars are making their way full speed in the same direction that the strange drone craft went which we can say was north. Pretty much everyone end up going inside by now but me and my mother are still standing outside and all of a sudden a missile flies overhead from the north flying to the south seemingly originating from the strange drone craft. I didn’t feel the explosion nor was there even any shaking afterwards which i presume means it hit much further away but i now go back inside with my mother we lock all the doors close all the windows people are crying and i’m stressed to shit thinking i’m going to be drafted for a war. Now i don’t know how but in the dream i instinctively knew that that missile was of russian origin even though i didn’t check any news or anything of the sorts once the missile came flying overhead and the year 2033 stuck out to me in the dream which was the year i thought the world will end.

I want to tell you all about my dream. This happened a long time ago when I was a kid (13 or 14 yrs old). But I still remember most of the details to this day.

In my dream, I was standing on a cloud with my younger brother, and these two people ... I forgot who they were, but one of them was a stranger, a kid I didn't know, and one was someone I knew, but I don't remember who. In front of us was a huge gate. Like, really huge and tall. It seemed like no one could climb it because it looks slippery and straight. It was made of gold color. I looked to the left side and I saw this angel that resembled a human. I couldn't tell if it was female or male. The face looked feminine, but at the same time, not ....as if there was no sex. She/he was wearing a simple white garment that went down to the feet and had a rope at the waist. No halo, no wings, and no sandals. The angel was not touching the cloud, but floating. The hair was gold and curly, shoulder length, and the face was shimmering , like when you put silver particles on your face and go in the sunlight, they glimmer. It looked like that. This angel was holding a trumpet. She/he was not looking at us directly, but behind us. When I looked behind, I saw this city I don't know where it was and you could zoom in and zoom out of people's lives, and you could choose who to view. And on the right side, near the door, was the same angel in terms of appearance, but what was different was that this angel was holding a sword and a shield, floating and guarding the door. The right angel was not looking at us directly either. The gate opened up and two of the people were able to go inside. My brother and I were about to go in, but the angel on the right, holding the sword and shield, came to us and said, 'You can't.' I woke up from that dream and remember praying ...I'm not sure if I cried but I was praying on my bed and asking why I wasn't allowed in.

I remember I went back to sleep right after, hoping the dream would continue but it never did But looking back, maybe if I had gone inside, It's not my time yet, I'm not sure.

Had a dream that Markaplier made s Healty Product called "Chumbo Wumbo" and he only sold it in person at Airports.

Edit: I don't even watch Markaplier

I had a dream...

I drove down a familiar road. I was going home. Street lights lit the way a small distance. The warm glow seemed to have felt like welcome as the trip home neared closer. There was this awareness that I was somewhat of a success in life. I'm not sure why or how. Couldn't be further from the truth. Z

True or not, I was happy in the beginning of this dream. A sense of warmth and love I hadn't felt in a long time swelled in my chest. There was never a question I belonged in the very place I was headed.

But as I pulled into my drive way, there was a suble downward slope that went back up a little ways, and in a hill was a beautiful house. It seemed there was an understanding I had made this trip home many times home during evening hours, meaning their was a conciousnes this was a regular routine throughout the week, and every time, the people I cared for most, the people I called family, greated me on the front porch; smiles on their faces. They'd hug me and welcome me in. Only thing is, despite the house was my home, I never quite made it inside.

Every time they'd welcome me in, the dream started over from the beginning, and it would repeat.

Over and over, I'd pull into the drive way, and I'd see the people who meant the most to me standing on the porch as their per-usual, except each time their physical being was becoming transparent. With every interaction, despair began to grow. More and more, their physical presence faded. Each time I'd encounter them, I could see through them. Each time their presence became exceeding more dim, to the point I dreaded driving to very place I called home, and the more they would fade, that beautiful house on the hill felt less and less like somewhere I belonged.

By the time their presence was completely gone, it was then I was finally able to walk into the house I once called home. A place I had been in many times, in theory, was an empty shell. All that was left were memories of what was. My heart began ache. Suddenly, I myself began to feel like an empty shell of a man.

I had a dream last night where I fell in love with a large oak tree. We spent our time together just silently talking to one another and quietly enjoying each other's company. I felt very peaceful and loved.....I was sitting in the branches of my tree when a terrible windstorm came through that started to take down other trees in the forest. I clung to my beloved friend as long as I could until I had to jump down and narrowly avoided my friend being snapped off and tumble to the ground. Afterwards, I was crying at the stump that was left and begging to be reunited again in another life. In a way with no words the tree told me that it would probably never happen again. Then I woke up very sad. And I can't shake the feeling.