Had a dream that there were two hills; one with an old sandstone house that looked to have grown from the out from the side of the hill, and on the other side was a magnificent and angry tree. The tree was twisted. It had been cruelly pruned in a crippling manner. The rocky valley between the two hills was full of groaning winds that made the place mournful.

I felt as though I belonged at the house. There was a warmth somewhere in its seams that met my heart. My family did not own the house but someday it was within the realm of possibility that we might. For now a housekeeper ran it. She was a gnarled, impolite old woman with a bizarre pink knit sweater. I say gnarled because she looked as though she had been grown out from the hill as well. Her back was hunched and knotted, as if roots had sprung from the small of her back and over the years grown up over her shoulders.

My father and I stood on the hill opposite of the house and admired it as the housekeeper hobbled out of the house, down into the valley and then up the hill to the tree. I didn't pay her any attention but the wind kicked up as soon as she crested the hill. The place moaned and creaked in the wind, great gusts that forced me to cling to the hill for fear of sliding down the rocks.

I looked up to see my father shouting at the woman "Don't pick those, you're making it angry!"

She was picking small red berries that grew at the tree's trunk, right below it's branches. The tree was, indeed, angry. It swayed violently and I realized that the wind and the groans were made by the tree itself.
The woman was not listening to my father, and across the hill, the sandstone house rattled. I then knew that the tree's roots stretched all the way from this hill, to that, and were holding the house in the hill.

"Stop it!" Called my father, "It will eat you!" I ventured closer to the tree.  The woman continued to gather the tender berries in her pink sweater. They oozed crimson juice when she touched them.

In the next moment, I was my father, screaming "Stop making it angry. It will eat you!"

Then the woman was gone. Swallowed. The valley was quiet and still. The magnificent tree regrew its berries in front of my eyes. The sandstone house stood empty.
I woke up.