Last night I had the strangest dream...there was this secret garden by my house and a hill top filled with many colored flowers. Then, in my dream, the next day the flowers had all dissapeared. I came up to the hill and atop it was one tiny little flower trying it's hardest to hold on to it's home while a stronge breeze tried to blow it away. Does anybody 'read dreams' or whatever because I'd really like to know what this one ment. (Comments are welcome, critique is appreciated ;D the stricter the critique the better I'll get!)