I see trees growing tall and proud, blossoms decorating emerald leaves under a sky of deepest cyan, speckled with silver-white clouds. A blanket of bluebells covers the ground, dotted with butterflies of all shapes and colours. Ashy boughs stretch towards a golden sun, as it bathes the world in its buttery glow. All is peaceful, yet bursting with life and birdsong.
Then I awake, and dreams of the distant past are lost, nothing but a memory. All I see now, is a river of red.