Julia is exhausted from a hard day in the corporate rat race. She collapses in her hammock and closes her eyes to the noise of the neighbors—cars on the freeway and helicopters whirl; over the metropolis where she lives. The image shows a crammed neighborhood - a high rise or a quadruplex. She has a small garden with flowering vines. She drifts off to sleep after enjoying a glass or two of wine. She thinks about her life - where she started and where she is now. People envy her. She came from a small, dying town with only tumbleweeds to decorate for Christmas. Magically, her hammock transforms into a small boat on a canal. The traffic and city noises have melted into the soothing sound of a waterfall. The geometric sites of the city have become cliffs where the smooth flowing river flows. All Julia can see are trees, cliffs, sky, and water. And then, a butterfly. It is pure yellow, like she remembers seeing as a child. But it is huge - as big as her outstretched hand. It lands on her finger then flutters to her toe, spreads its wings for a few seconds, then flies away. It leads her into a wooded area with large see-through trees. She takes the path and follows the butterfly. She is curious and relaxed. The butterfly flies around her as she studies her surroundings. Sometimes it lands on her shoulder.