The Best Kind of Dream

        It had been just a few months since my Step-Grandfather passed away and it felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. One night, as my eyes closed, I  thought about our last day together and the fond memories we had...

I looked up, it was twilight. A slight breeze was in the air, and it smelled like summer. I remember walking toward my Grandfather's sliding glass door. This was the backyard I spent my childhood in. I was barefoot, knowing this because the grass felt like soft, cool, threads between my toes. I wanted to head inside, but then stopped abruptly. I wasn't supposed to be there, I kept thinking Its too late, he's dead. So I turned sideways, and headed up the porch stairs. I looked toward the other houses, past the rough wooden fence around the yard, but  only saw vague shapes ahead. When I  glanced above the horizon line, the wind picked up. I watched  as a gradient glow formed in the distance. My pace quickened until I reached the roof.


My feet pit-patted on a fake, white, plastic-like finish. When I reached the top, I was suprised to see a tree splitting the roof into sections. Above me, the branches grew around a wooden platform, with two thin observational windows. The mystery of how it got there took me under, I couldnt help myself! I moved in closer, only to find out that this platform was made with simple tools, plywood and nails. I had to climb the lower branches just to reach it, when I got there, what a spectacular view. The sky shifted from a dark violet, to a  light burgandy.

I felt the floor begin to shake, I thought that maybe my weight had been too much for the make-shift tree house to handle. So I plopped down on my hands and knees. I could only glance up one more time, before the tree started to sway back and forth. With that, I landed on my side...(When I woke up that morning, I had an awful headache) ... A sense of comfort came with each gust of wind, the air wasnt sharp or cold. It was warm and soft.

When I grasped the rthymn of the tree, I peered out of the thin observational window. With each sway, came a different sky...and for a second I believed I was traveling through dimensions. From upside down trees floating in the sky, To an abundence of dancing stars, each image became more and more beautiful. The tree becan to slow, I closed my eyes and drifted into slumber, knowing someone was watching over me.

This dream had alot to do with my mourning, I suppose I was letting death inspire my imagination...either way, its a dream I will never forget.