I once again took the effort to write down a dream of mine, I had this tonight, may it be entertaining to you:

The dream starts out as I walk up a wooded hill, most of the ground beneath me is cliff, I am smoking for some reason. Apparently I am in italy, even though it looks like the forests around my house in Stockholm. I continue my hike up the cliff, among the leaftrees, I come up quite close to a small hut made of sticks and some skin, only big enough to lie down in. "Oh I forgot about the wild men in this area" I think to myself, and I hear a noise down to my left, I look and I see a dirty man with long black hair and beard, he is naked except for the dirt on his body, I throw my lit cigarette at him, it gets stuck in his beard and he prances around a bit to not get burnt. I laugh and say "Hah, you're more human than I thought, a baby wouldn't dance around because of fire like that." He looks back at me with big blue sad eyes, and says in quite fine english with an italian accent "Fire is bad, but not as bad as being without charity". I laugh as I reach the top of the cliff with him following me, there is a nearly sheer 200 meter drop down, but there are several trees growing from the bottom along the cliff face, reaching to even higher heights than the cliff, and the possibly spectacular evening view from here is hidden by the crowns of the trees, but the show of golden light on the branches is very beautiful and makes me feel at peace.

I for some reason take a great leap out onto a branch hanging fairly close the cliff, I look down and see the leaf-covered ground below the cliff. I get a better grip on the side of this humongous 4-meters-in-diameter branch, and climb to the top of it. I walk along it to get closer to the trunk and other branches, and I grab ahold of a smaller branch, thin enough for me to reach around and hold, and I slide down this branch to empty air, and I take another leap to another large and suitable branch, large enough to be a treetrunk in itself. All this time, during my descent, I've been talking to the wild man, preaching to him about his humanity, now when I look up, I can no longer see him waiting at the cliff edge. I walk along a branch out towards the cliff, and gently move myself onto a cliff face, and I grab a series of angled extremities and make fast progress downwards, as I climb, I change back and forth between the cliff and the tree when it gets difficult. I get the impression I have climbed down this route before, despite all its hazards and it's remoteness. As I get nearer to the bottom of the cliff, I smell the leaves on the ground, which are covered by new leaves, as the old ones rot beneath. I also seem to notice an increase in the amount of human constructions such as rope-ladders and small wood platforms.

I get onto the bottom branch, and begin to figure out how to get down the last 20 meters between the bottom branch and the ground, and I step onto a vine-covered outer part of the branch, I hear a crack and some noise, and the whole outer half of the branch, connected by vines to branches higher up the tree, begins to swing forward toward the cliff face, at first I am very worried that the branch will crash into the cliff, but as I notice the speed of the pendulum movement slowing down, my heart rate slows again. I notice the strong vines unfurling slowly from their homes higher up in the tree. and I see the ground coming closer at a leisurely rate, when there is about 5 meters left to go down, the vines run out and the branch and I freefall towards the bottom floor, and we land with a thud as well as a 'glop!' sound. I disembark from my strange lift and jump down into the leaves at the bottom, I also hear a splashy sound, and I notice that the layers of leaves stretch up to my knees. I take in the scenery, and notice it has gotten so dark that it is almost night, and there seems to be quite a bit of fog down here. I walk on outwards from the cliff face, as I hear a bright chirping alarm noise. I look around and wonder where it might come from, and then I wake up, and it's the sound of my alarm clock.