The Forrest Garden.

75% recovered and second day back home from the hospital, i'm off to work again. Working illness? I don't know. I just feel that i will get more ill just from lying in bed all day and not fighting back. Anyway, this blog isn't going to be about my hospital experience or why i've not been feeling well - i'm planning to save that for another time.

I've decided to start a Dream Bank category on my blog. Why? because personally, i really love finding out what certain dreams mean. Dreams are seen as a a connection to the unconscious. Do dreams really have a meaning? Maybe not but to me, yes, they do mean something. So, for the first Dream Story for the Bank. I'll title this, "The Forrest Garden"

A forrest like Garden. Grave stones on Steps, like a side of a pyramid.
Trying to take photos of the tree roots on the streps, but wires were in the way.
Scared of losing balance and falling I take the hand of a friend who leads me back to the main road. With the persons hand I ran faster and faster until I reached the main road.
I told them I know a place with prettier gravestones with flowers.
I went to tell Mother sitting on a bench area, I did't want to leave without taking a photo of them. Be right back." She hands me over a white jacket.
My sister was wearing white jeans and said "Mother told me to wear them."

We set foot to go the place I want to take photos of.

I wake up.