Abd in my dreams there are people, separate to me, who speak and think and act in ways I can't predict or control, just like here. One dream, I was in a forest with trees that reached the sky and roots as tall as houses, and an ancient lady led me through a stone henge, chanting in a language I couldn't understand. Thr air smelt of earth and life, it was more real than here. We reached the centre and sat down, and she handed me a pipe and said, don't be afraid. The smoke was already in the air and as I drew it slowly came into the pipe. My head hit my chest and my eyes closed and there was blackness, but I struggled and opened them and looked at her and she smiled, and my head hit my chest again, and then, in the blackness, there was a sheep. I think it's my spirit animal.