The Dinosaur Trees
January 16, 2008
October 2
The night was lovely; the night was youthful and prepared for adventure. This cool night sky was unlike any night sky you had ever seen before. It was a blanket of oceans, sparkled lightly with sugary diamonds. As we laid in the soft, wet, grass we began to paint the canvas above us. We moved the sugar crusted diamonds around and even made more. When the humble nights sky was tired we grew tired too. We sat up from our enchanted bed of grass and peered at the dinosaur trees. Our blood flowed with curiosity as we pranced across the dark, green jungle. We stroked the trees gently and felt their omniscient presence. Letting our strands of hair down, we spun and spun across the plains and then dropped to our knees. Feeling the sticky, wet grass clinging to our skin, we journied over to the bubbling lake. We could taste the grass and hear the frogs and those surrounding us in the distant jungle. Everything became darker and colder and it was then time to grow home and paint our wonderful world of love.
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This was a free write journal that I love so much.
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The journal entry was inspired by a wonderful dream I had. I love this entry because it reminds me of my dream and is explained so vividly that it is almost as if I am living in the dream once again.
