apple_tree_dreams sameolme two nights in a row now, dreams centered on the orchard I knew as a child. #1. I was inspecting the big old macintosh up near the Walsh house. It was in real bad shape, many of its limbs were dead and the live ones were covered with parasitic mosses and lichens. It was suffering from old age and neglect. I got to work on it, pruning the dead branches etc. As I discovered more problems, new solutions presented themselves. Shunts for places that its circulation was blocked, bark grafts where needed. Biomechanical sap pumps. I suddenly realized that I was spending a vast fortune on rehabilitating this one tree and became very self concious. I hoped that nobody would notice that I had spent nearly all of the world's resources, in trying to save this tree. I decided it was too late to turn back, and got back to work. #2 dream was more complex, and I don't remember/understand it real well I was repeatedly throwing a cannister up into the branches of an old winesap (all of the good climbing trees were big and old). I finnally succeeded in getting the cannister to break open while it was in the branches. A long roll of film unfurled from the can (something like toilet papering a house). I picked up the end of the film that reached the ground and saw that it had a lot of tiny printing on it. It was programing code and email addresses and genetic code and who knows what else. As the film shifted positions, from the wind rustling the branches, multitudes of individual letters would change, making the whole long strip seem to shimmer with change. I felt it was important to get the letters to be "right" so I took hold of one end and tugged on it. Sure enough the ribbon shimmered into a new look, but kept on shimmering as breezes added their own influences. I understood that the situation was hopelessly too complex for me to try to determine the outcome so I just stepped back and watched. Suddenly objects began falling out of this and surronding trees. Suitcases, furniture, lamps, cars, etc. Mounds of stuff accumalated around the trees. I understood that as the code mutated, peoples lives changed and the stuff was just excess virtual stuff from lives that may or may not exist. The scene shifted and I was with a group of formally attired people who were on their way to a ?wedding? I had on a black tux with a top hat and I imagine spats. My name was Mr. Tree. I wasn't sure what that meant, did I marry Misstree? Was Misstree me now? I was at a loss.I just accepted that "things change". I was holding in my hand some of her stuff, a wallet with official looking papers and a collection of odd rings. I tryed a couple of the rings on, but they were obviously not made for my fingers. The idea of tree rings came to mind and I started laughing. That woke me up. 040324 ... nomme wow, internetstring dream 040324 ... magicforest pretty 040324 ... misstree send that tree you were rehabilitating my way, i'd like to have a chat with it, maybe share a bottle of wine. and the one with the film? tell it to stop conspiring with big_momma to make my life weird. that's a lie. i thrive on weirdness. just a bit overwhelmed at the moment. (a bit?) and i do indeed wear a plethora of weird rings... but the tree ring pun is one that never occured to me. (yay new puns!) honored to have appeared in yer dream, in whatever weird capacity... 040331 what's it to you? who go blather from