"My dream, then shifted to a beautiful, but disturbing dream of a very strange tree. The sunlight was soft and gold. It glittered through its leaves. The tree seemed a combination of a horse-chestnut and a hawthorn. It bore raspberry-like fruit on its branches and odd, little, wooden nuts. It was planted above ground. A large, waist-high wall made of stone encircled it. Though, I could only see myself from the waist down, I believe I was wearing an old-fashioned tea-dress. The skirt of the dress was crisp, mid-calf, full, and layered with lacy underskirts. It had a delicate, floral pattern with burgundy, rose-wine, pink, blue, and lavender flowers on pale yellow. I wanted to stay longer in the garden beneath the strange raspberry-tree and take a picture, but my mother and brother were urging me on into the woods. I began to cry, because it was so beautiful there, I did not want to be rushed. I begged my mother and brother to stay just a little longer, because I had never seen a tree that grew raspberries before. They would not wait for me and they both ran off into the woods. So, I began to cry again. A lady sitting on the stone wall beneath the tree was keen on cheering me up. She gave me a little bird that she had made out of the wooden nuts of the tree. For the tail of the bird she had used the most beautiful, purple feather with a crescent-moon marking. There was a little door on the bird's breast that opened. Inside were tiny, animal-shaped charms made from bits of dried flowers and things found in nature. I thanked her. Soon, the spirit of the tree appeared out from the twisted tree trunk. It was in the form of a bird-- much like a bird of paradise. I saw that the purple feather belonged to it. Other people were giving it offerings, so that it may grant their wishes. When it asked me for an offering, all I had in my pocket was the little bird made of the wooden nuts and a paint brush. Though, I knew the spirit wanted the little bird, I did not want to part with it, so I gave the tree spirit my paintbrush. She then called me, "selfish." I awoke.