dream diary

one vivid moment, a small but very wide almost block shaped little tree; I thought it was a young yew, but now that I remember its leaves seemed too light. The wind shook it, and I saw it had strange black glossy fruit. I thought they were figs, but the shape was strange, like lanterns or tiny alien ships. The smell they gave off was definitely figs, bitter but very fresh, and here's the thing; I could genuinely smell them, as real as my coffee every day.

The little tree shook and bent in the high wind, but it was fine, a wild bright day. And that was all.