The multi dreamverse filled with a wild jumble of incoherent episodes and hazy figures this birthday week. Often I found myself getting lost in the waterlike universe of the detail to wake crumpled and exhausted.

But amidst all this activity, a dream trickled through like sap from a tree whose body was ready to give.

Before dawn glided over the deep waters of the night, a dream arrived featuring 2 beloved friends. A couple I dearly love and have immense gratitude to walk beside. As the dream reflected elements and associations of this physical lifetime it also wore a cloak of surrealism, carrying a beautiful teaching around relationships and sacred union.

A bird-headed woman stands on the horizon with her beak pointing skywards. The bodily form of the woman and the bird share an innate grace but at the same time, a similar incoherence. Alternating for no reason between hostile attitude and attractive, charming poses, the two aspects of the woman have no definite or stable phase relationship.

The feeling is one of confusion as the bird-headed woman struggles to know if she is of bird or of woman. The barrier between the realms display so obviously on her mismatched body.

Across the way I see the masculine of this couple erupting in fits of a bejangled dance! Jumping to and fro, he moves with graceful leaps and a series of comical genuflexions. With sidesteps and skips he allows an invisible fluid to gently guide and fuel his movements.

His mouth has a shape of a large flower blossom. Through this petalled portal he evangelizes calling upon the “hells of the wicked” and the “heavens of the virtuous” to show themselves to be seen.

As he prances about nearing a point of delirium, vegetables sprout from his footsteps. A butternut here, a potato there and an abundance of spinach in between. As he accelerates his movements and purges fanatical exaggerations, the vegetables increase in size and bounty. Courgettes! Carrots! and cauliflower lead the way. Not long and his dance covers the entire field with roaming vegetables.

The bird-headed woman stands still in her inner confusion, wrestling with the concept of who she is. Her human neck form cranes at the weight of the large bird head upon her petite body. Her human uterus is confused by the presence of a bird egg within her womb. Her feet continually change from toe to claw, toe to claw, affecting her grip on the earth. She decides that the only way to release herself from this inner turmoil is to act.

If she motioned to fly, would wings appear?

She cradles herself holding close this momentarily attractive illusion of heaven and then recoils in fear when the very same grows frightful.

Before her, beyond the spectacle of the demented dancing vegetable-man, she sees a cliff edge.

“This is the only way to find out” she whispers to self.

“For if I am bird, I will surely fly… but if I am woman … I shall surely die”

She races towards the cliff edge as fast as her morphing feet is able to carry her. Manoeuvering her way through the mountains of vegetables, she curses the demented dancing vegetable-man because his creations are slowing down her pace!

She needs to pick up speed!

She needs to gain momentum because only by covering enough ground, would she successfully be able to project her form sufficiently out there.

“Blasted vegetables!!!” she shouts as she nears the cliff’s edge with tomato stuck in her undecided claw.

As she is about to leap, a hand grasps her firmly.

The demented, dancing vegetable-man stands beside her. His tender gaze rests lovingly upon her confused form. Beyond the frame of his dancing shoulders, a set of wings begin to gently unfurl.

In witnessing his wings unfurl, she casts her bird head over her own shoulder and sees but the naked, boned back of a woman.

With her heart in her mouth and desperately trying not to release a flood of emotion, she says in trembled confusion “You…. you have my wings…”

“No” says the not-so-demented dancing vegetable-man.

“I have OUR wings” and reaches his hand out to her.