Sick trees

Last night I dreamt of a woodland that I was in charge of caring for. It was sickly, having suffered the felling of many trees, the planting of others that didn't fit with the ecosystem... and was now left a scraggly, rough, neglected place that needed much nurturing to bring it back to a healthy state. But I was alone, and people were after me, two men, who were trying to convince me to leave, who were menacing. I left, fearing my own safety, but had a terrible feeling they would burn it all down while I was away, and I felt guilty for putting my own safety first, but also relieved that I was alive and alright and could go on.