Sacred Rose Dream

Many noteworthy dreams... I keep meaning to write them, but don't get around to.

This is one is the most recent.

Coming off of another series of less symbolic dreams I returned to a garden from my earlier dreams. Originally it was lush, verdant, mostly in the shade from vast tree canopies, something you'd imagine out of a elven forest, but intimate, contained within a backyard of a dark abandoned house. The house was sometimes inhabited by a what I can only now assume was a hermit, though I would never see him. I've visited this place occasionally over the years, not a real place, but real in dream world. I suspect its related to an early dream version I've had since I was so young, that I couldn't distinguish dream and reality,a shady garden with a sacred rose growing at its center. Upon returning to this garden, the landscape had changed. It was a highland overlooking green hills and fields, like a plateu at a mountain, only it was now dry from a drought. The house was empty and the rose was now pink and growing from a tree branch, with its roots extending down to the ground from about six feet high. I was surprised the rose itself was still living amidst such dryness, I thought surely someone had set it upon the tree and cared for it, but now it's been left alone. The tree twisted around like a spiral as its branches grew, like something out of a fairy tale. As I got close to the base of the rose upon the tree I saw a sleeping lizard that looked like an evolutionary cross between lizard and chicken, scales camouflaged the color and texture of the tree.

I knew I had to water the rose, so I ran up the cement stairs, a new feature in the now abandoned house, and found a water faucet. I quickly turned it on and filled a bucket with a sponge in it, then leaning from the stair, my arms stretching longer than humanly possible, I poured a gentle sprinkle of water from the sponge. The effect was like a gentle rain on the tree. The strange reptile, now awakes and runs up the tree in the form of a ferret or a weasel -definitely mammal. He seemed disoriented by the sudden cold rain, and trying to run, knocked himself out, falling in a hollow branch. The branch was slowly filling itself up, covering the creature. Even though I didn't will for it to die, I couldn't stop pouring water for the rose's sake. It woke up in the last minute and arose to the surface, jutting its snout just above the water. The dream ends here.

I had to get this down, didn't even had time to edit it.