Luminous Trees

I ran into a woman named Ellen, whom I used to sing with. She brought me to her house and started telling me about her recent trip to Iowa, and all the strange things that had happened: goo appearing near a picture of her grandmother (I told her it was ectoplasm), things going missing, etc. Her husband was there, too, in his tee shirt; everything was dimly lit and a little creepy, and we were in a cottage.

Then, the scene shifted slightly, and my husband/savior/significant male figure in the dream started shooting things around the cabin we were in. It turns out he was practicing, as he had to shoot a tree in order to save me. Wearing a hunting cap with ear flaps, he went out and shot the tree with wooden plugs and then came back in and told me everything was OK. He told me the tree was glowing and that I'd be able to see it. So, I looked outside, over and through the backyards across the street, and I could see a glowing tree trunk. Then I saw illuminated letters spelling out VSM. . .