The trees were the first things I saw,
then came the path and lining the path on either side were mirrors all of them facing each other as I approached and watched in each mirror there was a monk all looking to me
with reverent eyes.
They pointed to the top of a mountain and atop the mountain a carving of a lion the face of the lion was desecrated and destroyed from the ravages of time as I approached and began to scrub
away the filth and decay upon it a child appears and told me the storie of the lion and how he was banished to this mountain and set in stone for his criminal pride as I watched the lion
it began to melt and suddenly I am floating in the sky and two figures suddenly come to me in the clouds around me an eagle and a gorrila appear they began to play,
dancing around and swiping at each other they begin to fade tuning into clouds of the sky.
I begin to fall and end up in the woods a small voice is heard as the leaves on the trees begin to speak to each other it is then that I see the leave are not leaves but little bings
of water lit light they call out my name just as I awake.