I dreamt a seven year old boy went to live with two well-off elderly aunts. Their house was previously the town galleries and gardens, but they had shut it up as a private home, and nobody saw the gardens or the art. There was a tall black wrought iron fence around the gardens, and the plants had grown up high.
A robin used to come into the gardens though, and he would talk to the flowers. There was a white flower called Arabella, and a tall, shy young woman wearing white would come up out of it when the robin would visit, and would talk with him, and walk in the garden.
She was also painted in many of the pictures hung in the gallery, which were sad and mysterious and slowly moved and undulated, and moved into one another. The little boy who lived in the gallery with his aunts used to look at the paintings.
One day a new flower sprang up in the dark gardens. It was a big rough dandelion and intended no good. Up out of the dandelion came a surly old man, who stamped about intimidating the flower people, and he forced shy Arabella back into her white flower, and she was unable to come out.
Weeds and dandelions took over the dark earth, and one day when the little boy went out into the garden, the earth tried to take a hold of him and pull him into it. He shouted for his aunts who ran out into the gardens and flung open the big gates, letting in the healing sunshine on the earth and garden.
