Love, like dew, was dripping from every tree branch in that forest, showering each and every living thing below - and, strangely enough, the Lorax. Strange, because it wasn't his home Truffula forest - just a regular northern one, but with animals from all sides of the world. Something like heaven on earth…
And all these creatures, including the Lorax, were lovingly clinging to each other. Looked like they all turned into cubs here, not harming, but playing with each other, stroking, nudging, even jokingly pouncing at each other as only cubs would. No wonder why: there was a heart of the forest with them. A big, living, moustached fuzzy heart that helped this love remain here, - a forest guardian.
I don't remember the rest of that dream, except of two expecially bright moments: the Lorax stroking a baby deer and, later, standing in a lake, waist-deep in water, a small red panda in his arms. Maybe there were the Once-ler's long legs somewhere in the far background, - I can't exactly tell if it were them and not just reeds. All that mattered was Lorax, the unusual forest, his animal neighbors, and the love that, like dew, was dripping from the leaves down onto all creatures living there.
Now that I think of it, maybe it was because the forest, completely with the critters, grew out of the Lorax's heart - it did, in a way, seem to be a part of the little guardian, albeit not visibly connected to him; and what seemed to be trees actually were its sprouts - the veins this glow was flowing through.