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A man is filling a hole with very white sand. The opening looks like the hollow a stone makes in the moment it hits a body of water.
Every time he shovels sand into the pit, he sinks deeper, as though the circle were swallowing him. He begs the hole to have mercy on him, and to my surprise, it listens to him.
In a sudden burst of energy the man plants a tree with human feet in the spot where he had been filling the hole.
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I like this dream! And what a great prose poem you got out of it.
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Suddenly I put the dream and the illustration together: you’re out of your gourd. 😉
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oh Christine~ this is a great dream. and the writing that flows forth is equally wonderful. nice pics. hope all is well.
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