Druid Tree in France

1. Iron Tent Skeleton

We are on the countryside, camping, my brother is there, other people. This is an enclosed area, and it seems to be on a height. More likely a field, almost like a football field. By day, light. Clear sky. On the left side, which is mostly behind me is maybe a place or building where people can sit or stand. I don't remember that part of the place very well, but it is darker. And at least the other people who are here go there often. I don't, but I'm stubborn. I stick to me tent, which is of an usual kind.

There are other people camping here, but not much, as if it is low season. But is looks like we are in some sort of competition, and they are all teams. We are too. So there is at least two other persons belonging to our team. Our tent is almost in the centre, but more to the right. Maybe a little further there, too, is a building, like a garage, and maybe a kitchen. But people don't go there, although this feels like my private area, and maybe I go there once in the dream, but can't remember well.

The tent is open and mostly made of metal bars, white, and very long. The skeleton of the structure is very clear, but there is not cloth or cover. Yet there are definite sides, and entrance, and so on. I'm on one side of a table. Most things here are white. Low seat.

I'm doing research there, so I want everyone to be quiet and leave me alone, which is why I am mostly alone in the tent. At the same time, my brother N is guarding the place (from notes).

I'm browsing through a book, which looks like a calendar, those with a page per month. One side is black, but on the back is always a lot of text, very cryptic. I work my way through it, most of it is interesting, ancient. I take notes. It is either runes, or something Sumerian. But most of it I don't understand. Then I come to a passage with new material, and it is about runes. Rune texts found in France.

There is also food served here. So I suppose this is a break from the competition, while I do my work. I leave the tent for a moment (from notes). Possibly I enter this garage, possibly this is the place where I kept the calender slash book in the first place. And which I almost forgot about. (M7R). Then there is (can't read, maybe wind). We're eating pizza, I can remember the slices. I was still eating. Everyone about the table looks a little frightened, not really fear, but unsure, looking at me, as if I'm suddenly going to do something forceful.

Then it is time to disassemble the tent. Chdm is helping me. She's been around the whole time. A lot of people are waiting for me. I'll be giving talks. When we finish the tent, I see there lies a pingpong ball in the grass nearby, and then another one. Lucid moment. Both are bad, broken. I try the first one, no good, then appears the second, no good either, a little better.

I keep studying as long as I can, while other people are taking apart the iron skeleton. Digr is there, my brother and Chdm are doing the tent. They are okay with it.

I am finding interesting stuff.

Then there is someone who comes to check on the water, the utility service of the site. Someone tells me. I don't see the person. I leave this person to his work. I know where it is that he has to be, in the garage. There are two places, I know them both, I know most people err in this. He tells me he's here for the cold water, which means, not the boiler. He asks where it is.

Nede is here too, the daughter of Tama.

2. Yggdrasil in France

We keep going, driving. Me, Digr and Brva. They get along well.

At a certain point I tell them where I want to pass by. This is my trip, they have to listen. I'm in the back seat, they both in front. Light.

We are in France, in the mountains, looks more like the Swiss Alps. So we stop somewhere, where I think it is okay. Road on top of a mountain. Stop by the side. No one else there. Woods, trees, mountains. It is getting evening. There are giant firs, trees. Not dense forested

I want to take a look.

I take a few steps and look around, this is a cool place, it goes a little down, there is an edge further on, but I don't go so far, and besides there are too many trees to get there. Brva is following. The sky gets darker. It looks a bit ominous I realize, as if we are trespassing. Digr also comes.

I go ahead, but a strong wind ensues and the sky looks threatening now. It darkens. Clouds too, big dark clouds. The whole place feels mystical, I like it, but I don't think the other two can see it or feel it. So I stay anyway.

We get ourselves something to eat. Digr and Brva go sit on the bench, wood, that is there to picknick. Brva is in front of me. Digr beside her, on her left. She gives Digr the cheese they have with them, I recognize this cheese, I let it out of the fridge too long and it has gotten a little hard. I don't know if I should tell them this, because I feel ashamed of it. Digr wants the cheese anyway and helps himself, then Brva says: are you really going to take those slices. Because those were the worst. And then she says: you better take slice 5 and 7. They were still okay.

She herself helps herself too, opens a baguette and smears peanut butter on one side and adds slices of cheese on the other. And it has lettuce and other stuff on it too. I think that is really weird. I'm eating something completely different.

Afterwards, we walk into the woods. I still have food with me. That is to say, I found a rock in this place, and started to eat it, and again. It tastes nice. They way it should, I remember.

Early on in the wood I see a stone that is too big to go unnoticed, and then another one and another one, and I know these are sacred stones. There are not monumental though, remind me of the Japanese outdoor stone representations of spirits. They are half covered in the grass or needles, or moss, the woods. I can tell that these stones were consciously placed here and mean something. Again, I can feel the mysticism of the place.

I go right to the edge of the place. It is a bit open where the stones are. And on the right is a very big tree, fir.

In the meanwhile, Brva gives a remark about something, fairplay, and something about Milow or I hear music play. And she hurls it, maybe a stone, purposefully not at the target, whatever it was, I can't remember. I care not. But she does warn for earthquakes, even if it is small.

At this point I have a clot of earth in my right hand and eat it.

I continue in the darkness. By now it is night, or looks that way.

Then I suddenly see the tree, I suddenly look up and there it is. A very huge, thick, gigantic fir. And I see gold glimmer in the top, not the top itself, but near it, in the green of its enormous cover. I find that cool, to find such a thing here. And soon enough I see the rest of the tree. It is really a Christmas tree. There's lights in it everywhere, and more of those gold plaques. And other stuff. What strikes me most are the horns that are placed on some of the branches. They are split at the end. So the open end is used to put it around a branch, but the point is also split, so the horns have a very unusual look. And they are very big. I measure them, they are much bigger than my own horn at home.

Boots also hang in the tree. Because it is not Christmas, I know that the lights are hung in the tree the whole year around. And I think that is wonderful. 

I realize that this is a druid tree, and still in use. So I kneel and pray and give my respects, although it does not change anything in the atmosphere. Digr and Brva have no clue, they are going back already.

Then one of those big horns falls off. Maybe I helped a bit with that. I take it with me and show it to the others. So excited am I. Brva and Digr are gone in the meanwhile.

The dream shifts into another surroundings with me examining the horn. Inside, in a house, with other people, more like minded.