Some dreams develop slowly, like an old Polaroid picture, too slow to see the change but impossible not to notice. They kind of sneak up on you. And before you know it, you’re hooked.
For example, a writer I know suggested that you just start writing a book without really knowing what it’s about. He said sometime around page sixty or so the novel will suddenly appear in the corner of your mind. Inspiration will unfold until you have he whole picture.
One of my sneakier dreams began with a story about a tree and what it does to us. Not a forest, not a landscape, but just a single tree. It’s a pretty amazing story but I think maybe I’ll let someone else tell it.
Someone like Marsh Hirsch . . .
You can also see That Tree on Facebook HERE
Photo Credit: Tree Reflection – Nikos Koutoulas via Flickr