They caught him with a stolen print of a cottonwood tree. He was in the parking lot cramming it into the bed of his pickup. When they asked him why, he told them he wasn’t sure why. He told them it gave him this feeling. He told them he saw himself inside this picture lying on his back underneath the cottonwood. He said he recognized the tree from an old dream and that the dream was based on a real tree he dimly remembered from a long time ago in his childhood. He remembered lying down underneath this tree and staring up through the silver leaves. He remembered voices from those leaves but he couldn’t remember what the voices said of who they belong to. He told them he was hoping the picture would bring the whole thing back.
– fra Sam Shepards “The Motel Chronicles”