Part of self leaves the body when we sleep and changes shape. You might say, "Last night I was cypress tree, a small bed of tulips, a field of grapevines." Then the phantasm goes away. You're back in the room. I don't want to make anyone fearful. Hear what's behind what I say.
This work was done earlier but it is only later that I could relate this image with this piece of one of Rumi's poems.