My dreams last night were filled with intrigue, suspicion and paranoia. I vaguely remember being in some sort of an intelligence office.
Aside from these feelings, the only clear image I had was of me being in a bog - it was very green with all sorts of vegetation, but very spongy underfoot. Nevertheless I walk across it quickly to firmer ground. I hear a noise behind me and turn around to see a ball of green rolling towards me. It is big and as it gets closer, I see that it's made up of the same plant life as what's underfoot.
Suddenly it stops and unrolls into a wall of vegetation that is an entity onto itself. Somehow, I recognize the spirit of my friend, Vince, but am also aware that this is something very ancient and different, like the personification of The Green Man. He looks at me with huge brown eyes and sadly says, "Do you know what it's like to go into a library and know every word that is written there? Do you know what it's like to wander through the Earth and see nothing new? It is very tiring, that's how it is!" And indeed, I feel radiating from Him a sense that He has had to create much of what is in this life, rather than learn it. Ancient beyond words, and yet unmistakably my friend as well...
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