Last night, I had a dream. The special thing was that I narrated the dream to myself, as if I had written the dream in words, then told it to myself, and caught glimmers of my imagination listening to the story.

In the beginning, there were tree stumps of felled trees. There were a lot, like a thick forest had been cut down. The land gently rolled a couple feet up and down. I was in a band of settlers about 100 or 200 years ago. We were looking for a new place to settle. Apparently, an old settlement had cut down all the trees.

We walked across the land with the tree stumps – the smooth round yellow surfaces of the cuts. We settled near the last three remaining trees. Those trees were instantly cut down to make a cabin. There was a little boy left over from the last settlement. Instantly, he pointed out that with the trees cut down, the things in the distance could see us. And, I got this sense of evil supernatural creatures, probably vampires starting to run into our direction. They would reach us by nightfall.

We hid inside of a wooden room. I nailed wood boards to the windows and doors to keep us protected. When it was day, the sun would shine through gaps in the wood, letting us know that we were safe. I was holed up in that cabin for three days, when I woke up.