james_

We remember the beginning, when there was only the ocean, and the ocean was as vast as the sky.
And floating in the ocean there was a seed, tiny as a grain of sand, and as heavy as a great stone. Coiled tight inside it was a dream. This was the first dream, and it put out roots into the ocean. The only nourishment it needed was the shining, golden sea around it, and sure enough the roots grew until the dream became a tree.
The tree was soft and green, and so it lit fire in the sky, and from the fire was born the light which warmed the tree, filling its limbs and hardening its bark.
The dream tree was soon very large, and began to bear a special kind of fruit - each one was born, ripened and whithered whilst still on the tree, each one a capsule of the water surrounding, that burst upon death releasing the contents back into the greater ocean.
Then we remember the cold. The light became pale in the sky, the fruit of the tree were chilled to their cores. The sea froze, and all there was was ice, and the tree towering above.
Then we remember the warm, and the ice retreated, and in its wake it left the land, and so there was land bordering on sea, and finally, a place for the fruit of the tree to live its season, and to grow new dreams.
And we remember we awakened, and we could see.