here's a dream from david...

There's a small cabin next to an old forest.

I walk into the forest and suddenly a lot of old folks emerge from a cluster of trees on the right hand side. We shake hands and make casual small talk as if they were expecting me. My mom introduces me to everyone in the group, with more people still coming from the trees. They are all old happy smiling people.

As we all walk back to the tree cluster, I catch a snip of conversation here and there about spending 1000 days in the forest. Along the way, we pass by a hole where a wolf was digging and killing something. I ask if that's the gopher I'm trying to catch. They say no.

We go into the forest in a single file line; everyone pointing to the tree tops, saying "Fly fly fly".