Sitting on the ground in my garden with my back resting against the peach tree, I wonder if the tree is in my dream or if I am in the tree’s dream.
When I look high up into the strong and outstretched branches above my head, I gaze directly into the eyes of a big green and white parrot. The parrot skips lightly through the tree and each time he lands the hanging peaches from that branch float and become suspended above the branch!
This is so odd that I ask the parrot if I am actually in his dream and maybe he is dreaming me. It only laughs and fluffs its wings. Well, maybe there are other possibilities. Could it be that the garden is dreaming both of us?