An image from a recent dream. :)
A very, very pleasant one.

I was part of a group of 15 wanderers. We were vagabunds that moved on foot from land to land, through forest, over mountains, in a trashed, overgrown world. Tanks, Chemical barrels, all overgrown in the woods. We then eventually ascended a range of mountains made from more colourful trash. Pieces of different, pastel coloured wooden blocks, rods, and draped in places with cloth sheets. One of the other wanderers was very close to me, his name was luke. We thought the mountains were beautiful, and so high in the sky. While others moved carefully, we went too fast, laughing and running, and I accidentally pulled both of us over and off the side. As we fell, we took each other into such a warm embrace, it was beautiful. We fell for what seemed like an eternity, through another sheet of clouds, and into the trees. end.