A magnolia tree opened its branches to surround the figure of Steven. The stars overhead flashed mysterious messages down toward the earth, and many lightning bugs echoed them about the hillskirts. The soft wind ruffled the tree's leaves and swept its breezes through Steven's hair. As if on cue, a tiny leaf landed on his nose.
Steven shook his head to dislodge the leaf, but it stuck squarely to his nose. That was odd. He brought his hand to his nose and tried to brush it off, but instead it stuck to his fingers. Slightly puzzled, Steven tried wiping his hand on his pants. The leaf stuck there.
It wasn't until the leaf began multiplying like culture in a dish all over his trousers that Steven realized he was dreaming. Now he was covered with leaves, halfway. He refrained from trying to brush off his pants and remembered there had been a tree. What kind had it been... Magnolia?
Ah, well. The dream was slipping, and gravity had taken hold of him, flipping his consciousness onto his back.