During our last rest period I had a dream. (I know not if was night time – down here cut off from the light it is difficult to discern). It began with one of those fire plants spitting its flames at me. As I ran away – even taking flight in the tunnels – it came after me.
I ducked to one side upon reaching the shaft. My adversary flew on past and halted in mid air – remained still for the longest time – then its roots expanded – lengthening and growing to fill the shaft – sending tendrils into all the branches.
When at the last I was pinned by the engorging plant, I was shaken awake.
My friends had surrounded me in my agitated state and sought to comfort me in my confusion.
For the longest time I was unable to speak. My head was crowded with the single thought – I had found the enemy we had been pursuing.