I was in hiking clothes along with a group of men, and the forest was extremely lush, and filled with wild beasts and tribesmen, all of the savage sights and sounds of them killing, and eating each other alive, were not too far from the main camp. The paths to them were beaten, for walking on, many times already. This was like a form of high-risk entertainment for the participants, many of whom I knew and recognized the faces of.
In the hole of a little man-made bridge, over a clear water stream, You were there as a teenage girl, making passionate illicit love with your Red lover. I could clearly hear, but not see it, over the peaceful, healthy and clear sounds of the water, wind, birds and other life there. My heart was ring-shaped and swollen and glowing with love, and the void in the center made me as jealous as anyone who was there, aware, or within earshot. Apart from the man-made bridge, all of what was present at this time felt the way Nature had intended.
Other aspects of this dream were things like, me trading old, yellowed, dog-eared German eschatology books, and talking with fellow hikers about the flora, mainly, as well as some glowing talks briefly, about Japan.
The Humble Rock Dove 