I dreamt I was in a field and I saw a tiny baby tree. It was fragile, and I was afraid the wind would blow it over, so I cupped my hands around it to protect it. Suddenly the tree started growing very rapidly. There was a full-grown vine next to it, and I realized this wasn't a tree, it was a vine.
I loved the vine. I thought about Him and wanted to be with Him all the time. Then one day I became one with the vine.
"He grew as a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground.." (Isaiah 53:2)
"I am the vine, you are the branches." (John 15:5)