I dreamed

The fence is in the lounge room. I don't know how it got there but it doesn't seem strange until I notice the tree, which has come through the paling nearest the window and is still going — through the couch arm, then the wall, unhurried. Not aggressive. Just continuing whatever it started before the house was here.

Someone is sitting on the part of the couch the tree hasn't reached yet. They're writing a letter and signing it *Scorpio*. Ten years of letters, apparently. I ask what the letters say. They tell me it's not about the content, it's about the frequency. Eleven times. Six times. Keep going and eventually the fence has to admit it started this.

The tree reaches the far wall and stops. The person folds the letter. I'm waiting for one of us to say something about the bar I built for noticing things, but neither of us does.