Vignettes played as dreams last night, with each sharing the need for there to be a tree in it.
The first vignette centered around camping. I was with friends (none recognized). We were searching for a camp site. It might have been at Laguna Seca (Mazda Raceway). One of the guys suggested that I go ahead and find us a site. “Just make sure it has a tree.”
I went looking and saw plenty of trees, but none that seemed to fit the need. Alone, I began complaining to myself about why one of the others hadn’t come with me.
Another vignette began. I was with friends. We were there to play softball. “Find us a field with a tree,” one man told me.
“A tree?” I said. “Why would you want a softball field with a tree? Wouldn’t the tree interfere?”
He and others insisted we needed a tree. Exasperated, I agreed to find a field with a tree, and then a third vignette started.
I was with friends. We needed a hotel room. “Try to get us one with a tree,” a friend told me.
A hotel room with a tree? “Do they have those?” I said.
“Yes, I’m sure they do. Just ask.”
They went off, leaving me alone. After looking around, I spotted the front desk and went over. “I need a room with a tree,” I said.
“Yes, sir,” came the answer.
Without further issue, I entered a room. Huge, it was carpeted, with windows. And against one pale wall, grew a large tree.