McSmitty

I am standing above a courtyard in a small village with white washed stone walls. Central, in the courtyard stands a very large oak tree.
On the ground below a huge, jet black gorilla is roaming about, agitated. Around 2.5 metres tall, stocky, square shaped.

I feel there should be fear yet I shrug it off as it is unnecessary. Consider levitating down into the branches of the tree yet think it will be both showing off and revealing too much, so I jump.

My feet land in the tree extremely solidly without any imbalance onto a thick branch in the middle. I look around and walk off, floating to the floor softly, with a quiet chuckle.

I know the gorilla is about yet am unconcerned and walk to the houses surrounding the courtyard. The people I find are all, heads down and busy, yet looking very troubled and disturbed. One is an old friend,
hunched over, possibly washing or mending something. She just shakes her head and I don't want to push anything. I feel a wave of sadness, briefly.
I leave them alone. Although wish to notify them of the gorilla yet there is no point doing so.

Walking down a narrow corridor with paint falling off of the walls in patches. Pink and grey. Litter and bits of wood are on the floor. I feel slightly claustrophobic and again throw the feeling off.

Passing into sunlight, I finally stand on a balcony where I started, sit and watch the tree.