I would be turning 16 on March 29th this
year, but right now it was September. So that
was a long way away right now. I lived in
England, Loughborough, 26 William Street to be
precise. It was a very small house that I
lived in (white with green trim). It was at
least 60 years old, maybe more. There was a
small group of trees in my backyard, around
fifty trees. Our yard was big even though the
house was small. The trees were clumped
together quite thickly. A hedge of blueberries
covered the entire right side of our small
forest. The forest was not that far from our
house.
On this extremely humid day I was outside
trying to enjoy my last few weeks of summer. I
was wandering my back yard (my worst habit is
wandering it drives my parents nuts). I went
to the forest, there was a tree there that was
easy to climb I usually went there to rest or
read (I loved to read). It was so warm out, I
started to doze off then I finally fell
asleep. I dreamed, I always dream. I rarely
dream a new dream, not since I was twelve at
least.
In this dream I dreamed of a tree (I know
sounds weird). This tree was oddly light up
kind of a yellow-black light. I stared at it
for a few minutes, in my dream. Then all of
the sudden I was staring at the moon, it was a
full moon and a clear sky I could see all the
stars. I then turned around and looked at my
house. It was not that far away.
Then with a start I was awake... on the
ground and hurting like crazy I must have
fallen out of the tree while I slept. It
really hurt I think I fell on my arm. I am
still alive though so no harm. I got up and
looked at my watch; it was 5:43 my parents
were probably home. I ran around front and
sure enough my parent’s car was there. I
walked inside and my dad asked how my day was.
I told him I had fallen out of a tree that
seemed like that was enough to satisfy him.
I ate supper an hour later (it was tomato
soup. I watched a movie on TV for two hours.
Then read a book (real exciting night).
At about lunch time the next day I was
outside wandering the yard again. What a great
summer! I was in the forest again, looking
around, when all of the sudden I stopped and
starred at the tree in front of me, I‘d seen
it before. My dream, I had seen it in my
dream. It was the exact same tree every branch
every leaf. How weird I never spent much time
out here, why would I dream about this tree?
Why was it glowing? Why did I look at the
moon? Maybe I was supposed to come out here
next full moon. That’s what I’d do. I normally
wouldn’t do what a dream told me but, this
dream was different somehow. I found out the
next full moon was tonight.
It was 11:30 I snuck out of my house I found
the tree it looked normal. That couldn’t be
right. I decided to wait another half hour. It
was 11:59 I was practically counting down the
seconds.5,4,3,2,1 it was 12:00. I stood there
for another 30 seconds a million thoughts were
going through my head. Why was the tree not
glowing like in my dream and maybe it’s not a
full moon? I turned around and started to walk
away (disappointed) when out of the corner of
my eye I saw a glow... my first thought stupid
watch, my second thought I can’t believe this
is actually happening.
I took two steps towards it and the first
thing I noticed was the amount of heat coming
off of it. It was like hot wind on a cool
night. A really hot wind. It was exactly like
in my dream the yellow-black light and all. I
walked around the whole tree and I couldn’t
figure out where the light was coming from. It
was the strangest thing I had ever seen! I
wondered what I should do now. I had only
thought about what to do up until now.
Should I touch it, what was it, was it safe
and how come it was here? But enough with
questions what happened next was more
important. I was blinded by a flash of
colorful light (I know strange).When I woke up
I hurt all over (again)! I defiantly did not
want to do that again. I opened my eyes and
there was nothing but white and black just
those two shades it made no sense. Where was
my house? What was I standing on? (I know I
ask a lot of questions).I felt like I was
dreaming but I was conscious so I knew it was
real some how. It just was, I guess here
things don’t have to make sense they just are.
I still don’t know to this day how I knew
that.
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