I dreamt about this
GIGANTIC tree. It had an immeasurable trunk that no one had seen all of. The branches spanned miles in every direction, and thousands of us were up there, climbing through them. And you could never see the ground, because you were always so high in the air.
Some of the branches were so huge and thick and wide, you could just walk across them. In fact, a couple people could stand side by side and walk along them. We called those ones "The Highways".
Some people had built
little houses and forts and shops in the branches.
There was a language that those of us in the tree spoke. It sounded like a very elegant and more easily flowing form of Russian. Other than that the ethnicities were so mixed that there was someone of a different race every couple feet.
There were lots of places that the tree grew lots of different foods. There were also lots of places where the tree grew lots of flowers of all sorts of soft colors.
In some places, there were so many shops and stuff that it seemed like a little town.
We carried
hammocks with us, because you could set them up anywhere.
And we
loved it.