I'm pleased that you're willing enough to read this post. This is about a fascinating dream I had last night.
It all started when I was in a place where a little man agitated me. Harsh as it was, I decided to murder the little man. I thought I got away with the menacing deed, but a few fellows caught me and sentenced me with their magic to be turned into a small tree and return back to normal once a hundred years had passed. I said goodbye to my mother and father since I knew they wouldn't be alive by the time I returned back to normal from the form of a tree. I went into the forest with the magical men afterwards and stood in a place where a crack of sun shone for me. I told the men I accepted my fate, and so they pointed their wands at me, magic came out, and I could feel the transformation within every inch of me. My arms became branches, my skin became bark, and I could feel my newfound roots where my feet once were sink into the earth. I felt leaves sprout from my branches, and the way I used to feel the world changed in ways that I couldn't describe. The transformation was complete, and I stood in the middle of the forest waiting for the day to come.
Let me know in the comments what you thought it ment! Thanks for reading!
