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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

tree dreamz

This is my first day at my job. It is something for which I have been waiting all these years ever since my uncle Donald (he is a woodcutter by profession) gave me a toy axe to play with. I had always seen people cutting the wood and found it very fascinating. Since then I had decided to become a woodcutter.
After my first day of work, I decided to spend the night in the forest itself as there were hardly any animals, and if there were, they were friendly. I had just put some food in the pot on top of the fire and then sat on the ground leaning against the log thinking of how nicely the day had gone. It had been a very good day and I had enjoyed getting tired as the day had passed. As I was reminiscing with myself, I must have dozed off to sleep.
Suddenly it had become really dark with the moonlight too not visible. I looked around trying to get my bearings, the pot was there but there was no fire. As my eyes got accustomed to the darkness, suddenly I saw some dark outlines in the background. They were there only for a moment and then they disappeared, I was afraid. I called out but there was no answer. Is it possible that there are really things such as ghosts; I hope not? I move towards the spot where I had seen those things, and I see around. Once again I see them; it looks like they want me to follow them. They seem really big, but still my curiosity gets the better of me. I follow them, they start moving faster and hence I begin to run in order to keep up. This seems to be continuing forever and I am getting exhausted. I am sweating a lot and I lift my hand to wipe my brow. When I look again, they have disappeared. I have no idea where I am and have no idea of what to do. My uncle had always told me not to wander too deep into the forest. I feel a gentle breeze behind me and turn around to look; did I see something move? It looks like the tree is moving, it is coming closer and closer, I look around, and ready to run away but all the trees around are converging on me. I lift my axe ready to attack and just swing it to ward off the incoming trees. I suddenly feel a tree hit me on my head from behind, I start swinging blindly and the trees start pushing me and hitting me.
All of a sudden I open my eyes and realize that I am on the ground. Still I feel something pushing me and realize that it is my uncle waking me up from my sleep. He had been wondering how come I had not come back in the evening and had come in search of me. i was really shaken. i gave up woodcutting in order to take care of my father's shop as my father had always been requesting me to do. Still, whenever i look at the forest, i often wonder whether the trees were trying to say something to me.