The Back Garden Of Woodstock Drive (night of 03/12/2015)

I have returned to Woodstock Drive once more. I am in the garden rather than the interior of the house which happens more frequently in these dreams. I think my Dad is there - and another man who is the current owner / resident of the house. I look about the garden noting the changes - or the things I had forgotten was there. The great stone wall bordering one edge of the garden. I am surprised to see the willow tree is no longer there. What has happened to it? Dad and the new man laugh - they are not surprised it had gone - too close to the house or something. I notice a dip in the garden - some kind of depression. I think that were I a kid I would have loved playing in that depression. I run down into it, and then up the other side, I am no longer in the garden (and almost feel that I am on the verge of waking up). Dappled sunlight. Powerful resonance. I recognise that I am in the 'poplar house', less a place and rather a state of mind. Some kind of ecstasy. The path gets steeper, and I am reminded of another dream where I was attenpting to ascend a simlarly steep path in a small wood in the  centre of a field. In that dream I had the encouragement of Bracken (a long dead Yorkshire Terrier) to help me on. In that dream I didn't succeed, but in this dream I am determined to. I must keep going until I reach the plateue,. I must not open my eyes till then. I am not sure I have reached the plateau but I open my eyes anyway. What will I see now that I have reached this previously unreachable point? I look behind me, and I see two very English looking lanes vanishing into an almost foggy twilight darkness - a similar lane is in front of me. Which one to choose> Everything is dripping with a deep and resonant mystery.