shanmonster | The Dream

I'm in Dorn Ridge, NB: one of my childhood homes. I'm standing in an orchard close to Howdy's (my schoolbus driver) house. One of the apple trees catches my attention because it has a series of rectangular shaped holes in its trunk. When I investigate further, I realize they are windows. I look inside, and see a large loft-style apartment.

I walk around the tree and try to find a way in. I can't find one, so I borrow an axe and chop one of the windows large enough to crawl in through. Once inside, the lights come on, and I see all sorts of strange things: a vintage 1950s car, a collection of CDs and VHS tapes, and standard apartment furniture.

No one knows who lived here. I look through the CD collection. Only the liner notes remain. I find a lot of Ofra Haza and Tears for Fears.

I look through the VHS collection, and only the boxes remain. They include a few belly dance instructionals, including the dreaded Belly Dancing for Fun and Fitness by Janine Rabbitt.

I am amazed that such a large room can exist inside the trunk of such a small tree, and decide I'm going to make myself a similar treehouse. Then I wake up.