when i was in the coma, i dreamt i was in a smaller clearing in the woods during one of the first snowfalls of winter, after the first snow fall, but after most of the first snowfall has melted, and there were like 2 or 3 inches of snow on the ground. i dreamt i was in a circle of 4 evergreen trees that made something like a square. the tree formation strongly resembled four trees i camped under near my mum's house on mcleod hill.
there was a fox there, and it was walking away, though it stopped to look over it's shoulder as it was leaving, and it walked slowly. somehow i just knew that the fox was my grandfather, weirder still as you consider that my grandfather only died a little over a year before i was in the coma. i don't know at all what i should think of this. i had a bunch of stranger dreams while i was in the coma, and i'm told i carried on habits i often practice, like a way of cracking my toes that i have seen no one else do.