I'm standing in white infinite space with water beneath my feet. It's deep water, like I'm standing on an ocean that is calmer than calm. As I turn and look around, behind me is a water spout (a tornado made out of water connecting the ocean to the white infinite "sky") that is on fire. There is no temperature at all here. It's peaceful. It's quiet. I don't feel warm or cold. I just exist. No thoughts. Just quiet and pure space of nothing except for me and the fiery water spout.
I don't move from where I'm standing, I just turn and watch the spout slowly move towards me and overtake me. I'm swirling and spinning slowly inside the spout as it lifts me off the ground. My arms are out and I can see through the water, through the flames. It's still peaceful. It's still calm. Still perfect.
I spin faster and faster and raise further up into the spout. I bring in my arms and close my eyes. With my eyes closed I can't feel myself spin and swirl.
I open my eyes and I'm standing in the Savanna (like in Africa wilderness) but, I'm still in America. The sun is hot and mean here and I see the wind blowing the long grass back and forth. My dad is here too. (? I know this is sounding realllllllly oddball, even for me)
To the left of me in the distance, maybe about a half mile, is a cliff side that runs straight up a good two hundred feet.
"This used to be my favorite park when I was little. There's a hiking path that leads up the hill to the top of the cliffs." My dad said. Normally I'd respond, but I wasn't meant to talk in this dream, I was meant to only see what my dad wanted to show me.
We walk to the path in silence. Once we get to the hill, I notice it's not like the Savanna plains below. It's a dry forest. The trees are further apart, brownish green bushes thrive between them and the leaves on the trees are a sickly green.
We keep walking up the hill and follow the top of the Cliff overlooking the Plains. My father stops me at the top and looks at the ground. He kicks the dirt and leans down and picks up an old tooth that has fallen out of either a lion, some other type of big cat, or a shark. I'm not sure which....Hey, I never went to tooth school!!!
My dad takes my hand and puts the tooth in my palm, closing my fingers around the tooth. He then squats down to get down to my level....I'm younger and shorter here (yes, I've been shorter than I am now!). Dad points out over the Savanna.
"Follow where I point to" he says. He slowly moves his arm left and right, pointing to the Savanna. Finally, I see it. He's pointing at a lion teaching her cubs how to stalk. They blend in. But once I see them, I can't take my eyes off them.
After a few minutes of just watching my dad stands up and walks further down the path, which turns right away from the cliff side.
"This is why this isn't my favorite park anymore." He said. Dad lead me around the bend and I saw why he was saddened. There used to be a forest here. Alive and well forest of...PRETZEL TREES (thank God, it's finally starting to sound like a regular dream)
I used to because all that's left of the rare pretzel tree are the stumps in the ground. The ground is covered in a white icing. The stumps are giant pretzel sticks sticking out of the ground. Salted and ready to eat. I could envision the trees so clearly. The trunks and branches made out of pretzel with leaves like any other tree. It was a horrible sight. Who ever would cut down a pretzel forest?!
The ground was icing. I was so tempted to lean down and grab a finger full. I didn't. (Sad face).
"They wanted a Sand tree forest instead. So they cut down all the pretzels and planted sand trees instead into the icing. The sand trees never took. They cut down the pretzels for nothing." My dad told me.
I walked around the forest a good ten minutes. I then walked back over to the cliff and re-found the lion and her cubs. I watched them until I woke up.
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