When I came back from the city to the village, to heal from my parasomnia dream disorder, I had no greens on me. So what I had was the grass on my families yard.

You could say I had a fruitful relationship with my family, especially with my little brother. I watched him as he climbed up and gave me oranges from our Orange tree.

  I've moved in with them so that I take wheel of my life. And the day I went for a trip in the village, the navigation made me take a wrong turn.

My mother taught me botany skills as a child although I thought those were deadwood. I could see the tree which my navigation brought me to was an olive. But the fact that age layers on it were ancient was *'pine tingling*.

  A week after I saw that tree, I felt recovery and had visions of telling my parents that my dreams are over... Then I had visions again.

I've seen my brother lying under an unknown tree. Six feet under it to be exact.

  I wanted my brother to be out of woods. So I grounded him to the house and the yard.

I headed to the olive to destroy it feeling like I'm going into a deadfall. My phone rang as my mother told me "your brother fell from the orange tree"