I saw a glowing hummingbird hovering around a flower, taking nectar from it. The bird finished, and then darted about before joining a number of other hummingbirds of all sorts of colors. They were too numerous to count; seen from a distance, they would have appeared as a resplendent and rapidly shifting cloud.
They flew together into a large vortex that spiraled up into the sky, which appeared to lead into another realm. I wonder where they went?
I saw a young woman dancing outside near a lake, clad in an iridescent blue dress. The environment around me had a distinctive cerulean glow all around, as though I were looking into a celestial realm of sorts. She continued to dance until suddenly transforming into a small bird.
When she transformed, the environment also transformed into a tunnel through space itself. The bird swooped throughout the tunnel, flying in all directions, before transforming back into a young woman. This time, she danced upon the lake itself. When finished, she froze in place and became a statue.
The original art depicting this scene was created by my dear wife.
I saw snow falling in large, light flakes, blanketing the
grass. It was late evening, with the distant sun barely an ember of orange
within the deep gray backdrop of sky.
The snowflakes grew into each other upon hitting the ground,
as though they were fast-growing yeast or sinew. Each flake carried a story and
reflected, as a mirror, the environment surrounding it.
The flakes poured from the sky, which was a nexus – a wormhole of sorts – between multiple
realms or realities. The story carried by each flake was a history, or a tale,
or simply a thing of beauty, from its realm. Some of the flakes carried their
realm’s entire history. Were the flakes creating a new realm or universe as
they fell and melted into one another?
Each flake appeared to be alive, sentient, and conscious.