tree stories (b)

Or maybe the setting's too rustic. Something more modern, perhaps?

-So tell me about these dreams you have.
(pausing to light a cigarette)
-Trees, man. The dreams are all about trees.
-Like a nightmare? Massive redwoods and oaks and pines lumbering through valleys to dismember you sort of thing?
-No, man. Nothing like that. I'm not leaving out any crucial plot elements when I say the dreams are about trees. That's literally it, man. Just trees.
-Are you seeing multiple kinds of trees? Can you identify them at all?
(takes a long drag)
-what? No, of course not. Look, my dad wasn't like in the forestry business or any obvious shit like that. I'm rooted in this city, here. Have been my whole damn life.
-Maybe that's part of it. Maybe you long to get back to nature. It could be a, you know, sub-conscious desire or something.
-I have no idea. I figured the dreams would get more interesting, but it's pretty much been trees for the last maybe five years or so.
-How often do you have these dreams?
-More or less every night, man.
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-Weird shit, huh? Look, thanks for the drags, man.
-... No problem.

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