The dream started in a empty field were I watched a little seeding flourish into a beautiful and robust tree. A tree unlike anything I've ever seen before with leaves of all the colors of the rainbow and fruit so sweet. But then a storm would come and acid rain would fall disolving the earth and just as suddenly evaporating the planet into a huge atmosphere. And the only thing to survive would be this tree, now a decrepid version of what it once was. Merely living off of the nutrition of the clouds formed by the evaporated earth.
I would examine this image for a year, trying to understand the signicants of the dream. I came to the conclusion that sub-consiously I was reminding myself that although there are many on this earth, we're really all one of a kind. And after we die all we are is a faded memory of what once was.