The middle of a dream showed me climbing a tree whose girth and height reminded me of Jack and the Beanstalk. I want to say it was a sentinel of Redwood dimension and authority but it was more an oak like trunk and twisted limbs but on the spine of a stalk wending its way heavenward. Looking down I saw my sister Beth right behind me. Precarious it was. Hand over hand, grasping for the next grip. She down below on one curve of the treestalk and I stretched out between gnarled limbs above her. Looking down I could see clouds and, I swear, the animated countryside replete with rolling hedges, dirt roads, and well cultivated fields.
[Therapist Timothy Tate comments on this dream]
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