Feathered Tree (August 5th, 2007)

There were two women. Pretty young, I'd say. In their twenties, perhaps.
One of them had dark blonde hair, and she had a little child. The other was darker, I think.
They were in a rural or forest area outside. And the dark woman expressed her concern and disbelief. She could not possibly understand why the other woman would want to be a mother, why on earth she'd want children.
Later I was in a car with Line and possibly also members of my family. I'm not sure who was driving, Line and I were in the back seat. And we drove past a brown house. It was on a hill, with forest behind it, and there was a dead tree in front of it. And on the branches of the dead tree there were naturally coloured feathers from different birds tied up. Hanging down, moving in the wind.