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I coast through a sea of black open space.  Little pinpoints of light glow in the darkness, but only one calls to me right now.  I float towards it, and it grows and grows.  A huge mass of gently glowing green light.  It’s a soft green light.  I let my spirit flow into it until it absorbs me.  

I’m standing in a forest of really tall oaks.  They’re silver oaks with beautiful thick bark.  They seem so old and wise.  Their first branches are so far up.  It seems like the trunks are pillars holding up this beautiful sky of silvery green leaves.  A light breeze rustles the leaves ever so slightly, calmingly.  I’m in a little clearing, but the canopy is still above me.  Everything is bathed in a gentle yellow orange glow.  The light from the sunset filters through the branches, leaving bars of warm light to cascade down to the moss covered forest floor.  Little glittering dust motes drift in the light; I swear they’re just as alive as everything else.  Little gold and silver points floating in the golden air.  There is a slight golden mist covering everything.

I think I may be a dryad of sorts.  I feel willowy.  The moss is cool and clean and soft beneath my bare feet.  I’ve got on a pale silvery green filmy skirt and top that match so perfectly that they seem to almost be a dress.  The skirt is knee length, and very light and flowing.  A simple leather belt encircles my waist, holding naught but a small silver knife with engravings on the hilt.  I don’t know what they say, but the script is extremely graceful.  The top has short sleeves that flow down to about my mid upper arm.  Over the top of that I’ve got on a leather jerkin, which laces loosely up the front.  My skin seems to be a lovely shade of earthy brown, with just a hint of that pale green.  My hair is blonde, with strong hints of an earthy pale green in it as well.  It is slightly crimpy, but otherwise loose and wild and free.  Exactly the way I feel.

Through the trees I see the most beautiful stag and doe.  They stare at me with their deep, watery brown, completely trusting eyes.  Up in the boughs of a tree I hear the ‘whoo whoo’ of a small, lonely owl.  As I’m looking up I see the silhouette of a bird flap overhead.  Looking back over to the stag and doe, I see a lone, huge, beautiful white wolf.  He walks right up to her and lies at her feet.  They trust each other completely.  The stag bows his head down to them, and then looks back over to me.  I glide over to them.  They simply look up calmly and their gazes seem to encourage me to come rest with them.  I rest my palm on the stag’s head and gaze out.  Everything is so peaceful.  I sit down against the wolf’s soft belly and cuddle up.  The doe bends her head over and nuzzles me.  Never have I felt more at peace or more comforted than this.

As I sit here in this tranquil forest, more animals begin to appear.  A family of rabbits emerges from their burrow and watches us shyly.  A baby chipmunk runs up to me with no fear at all and leaps into my hand, curls up, and promptly falls asleep.  All of a sudden there are fawns everywhere; they’re coming out from behind the oaks.  The doe looks upon her children with perfect love, then looks down at me with the same look.  I am content and at peace.