E A R T H. H E A R T.

I dreamed I was walking over a meadow and parting from a man who writes when a force pushed me towards the earth.

So then I was looking at the sun and grasses and talking to myself, saying this is what I should do...I was just to lay on the earth and let that heal me. I was walking and searching for the right place...

As for the man who writes, I was quite recently talking with someone about this author in the waking life...

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neil_Postman