There is a huge beautiful tree in a faraway land, it always talks to me in
my sleep.
It is the tallest tree i have ever come across, both in reality and in my
dreams.
It's branches are strong but not very broad, just the correct width.
The trunk of the tree is a lovely shade of brown, always reminds me of dark
chocolate in all it's perfection.
The leaves are the greenest shade of green, as if they have just been
watered. Shining and brimming with the beauty and life of nature.
The tree always tells me to come and visit her frequently but i always
laugh it off.
In the dream it’s not only me and the tree, there are other things which
force me to think of that dream often and i do (think).
Besides the tree, there are a host of other people present. People i know
and also those i don’t. There are pixies, elves, wizards, witches, fairies, dwarves,
all kinds of fantastical creatures imaginable. Animals and birds too.
They are all there having fun and enjoying themselves with not a sign of
worry on their faces.
I always walk in the dream towards the tree and while i am talking to it,
these other creatures start appearing magically out of thin air and they all
start chattering as if i do not exist.
But nothing bothers me, nothing at all for in the middle of such happiness
can any kind of trouble upset anyone?
I am amazingly happy in my dream, i am witty, charming. I
am the best version of myself in that dream.
But suddenly the dream breaks off and i am transported into this other
dream.
In that dream everything is dark and the sky is always a queer shape of
grey.
It starts to rain in the dream and to my utmost horror it’s blood and
dirty mud.
I hear somebody howling and i look around to see where the noise is coming
from and then i look upwards, towards the sky.
Three massive clouds have joined together and taken the shape of a huge
wolf-like dog.
The thing opens it's mouth and i break into a run almost immediately.
I am running, always running until i wake up from the nightmare
sweating...
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