I had such a dream this weekend. I was dressed as the thunder god Thor as I walked onto an immense loading dock. Four white industrial cranes filled the sky. These were unimaginably large, the thickness of just one arm was on scale with the width of a shopping centre. I could not fathom how man could marshal the resources to construct such colossuses.

I flew up between the cranes, very aware that in their industry they might smack me like a bug and never know it--or care. I felt very mortal and ephemeral. But then I cleared the cranes. I looked back and saw that the industry was dwarfed by the Earth's verdant landscape. I noted I was still clutching my camera and thought to take a picture. The vast greeness of the Earth gave me hope.

I also realized that I needed to stop soaring, less I leave the atmosphere and die of asphyxiation. My shadow on the forests below covered acres. The light of the Earth's Star shown through me and details of my armour, skin, and even my eyes could be seen in the silouhette. By association, I had become as large as my shadow. No one else could make out my whole form from the ground. But then there did not seem to be much anyone else--the Earth appeared miraculously unspoiled and free of man.

Then I realized I was not alone in the sky. Behind me was a tree so large that no one could see it from the Earth*. (*Chalk the logic up to Dream mechanics) It reached up and touched the outer atmosphere and bent down again into the Earth many miles away. Then it grew up again repeating across the horizon. It was mythical. I knew at once I had discoverred Yggdrasil.

I followed the Life Tree to one of its roots. As I descended I became man sized. I spied a priestest in a blue robe with a white mask. She was less than a half foot tall. And made of paper. I picked her up and one of her arms fell off. She was painted with stylized lesions. The priestest was also shy. At this point, clergy of the same height appeared--but they were human in form and dressed in white. Together we discussed curing the preistess, and making the world better place.

Be well,
Thomas