in the woods...dreaming

"Now I know that it is not out of our single souls we dream. We dream anonymously, communally, if each after his fashion. The great soul of which we are all a part may dream through us, in our manner of dreaming, its own secret dreams..."

-Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain

I listened to the birds and I listened to the creek. My answer would come a couple of days later in bed. What was I feeling, standing there in the woods, was someone thinking about me the very same moment I was thinking about them? That could have been it, but it wasn't. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling, delicate words started walking through my mind: buttons, love, floating, sound, and then I found the sentence. I was dreaming. Yes, dreaming. Dreaming while wide awake. That was it, i found it, i figured it out, it found me. The woods are a magical place and I had forgotten that, if I had ever known it at all.