THE DREAMS OF THREE LITTLE TREES

Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up. The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: “I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I’ll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!” The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on it’s way to the ocean. “I want to be travelling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I’ll be the strongest ship in the world!” The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town. “I don’t want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me, they’ll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world.”

Years passed. The rain came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall. One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain. The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, “This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me.” With a swoop of his shining axe, the first tree fell. “Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!” The first tree said.

The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said, “This tree is strong. It is perfect for me.” With a swoop of his shining axe, the second tree fell. “Now I shall sail mighty waters!” thought the second tree. “I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!”

The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the woodcutter never even looked up. “Any kind of tree will do for me.” He muttered. With a swoop of his shining axe, the third tree fell.

The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter’s shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feedbox for animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, with treasure. She was coated with saw dust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals.

The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead the once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even a river; instead she was taken to a little lake.

The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard. “What happened?” The once tall tree wondered. “All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God…”

Many many days and nights passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams. But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feedbox. “I wish I could make a cradle for him.” her husband whispered. The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and the sturdy wood. “This manger is beautiful.” she said. And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.

One evening a tired traveller and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveller fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake. Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little tree shuddered. She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through with the wind and the rain. The tired man awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, “Peace.” The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying the king of heaven and earth.

One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man’s hands to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel. But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God’s love had changed everything. It had made the third tree strong. And every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God. That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.

It’s getting old though. I can’t go out to do anything, my best friend can’t even get on her computer or call me due to being grounded, and mister T is acting kind of funny. Idk.
blah.

I made a fucking IGLOO though.
It’s as tall as me, and about 7 feet in diameter.

omg, I’m going to hollow it out tomorrow.

Bye.

Blizzzzard.

To dream that you are at a zoo, symbolizes loss of freedom. Your abilities and talents are going unnoticed. You or an aspect of your life feels caged in.

To dream that you are running away from the alligator, indicates that you are unwilling to confront some painful and disturbing aspect of your unconscious. There is some potentially destructive emotion that  you are refusing to acknowledge and
owning up to.

To see muddy or dirty water in your dream, indicates that you are wallowing in your negative emotions. You may need to devote some time to clarify your mind and find internal peace. Alternatively, it suggests that your thinking/judgment is unclear and clouded. If you are immersed in muddy water, then it indicates that you are in over your head in a situation and are overwhelmed by your emotions.

In my dream we were at a zoo, and the trails had flooded. So we were walkng through this gross water just to go see the animals, when suddenly 2 aligators started swimming thruiogh it. I told mymom and my sister to jump on this rail thing and I somehow found a box of rubber bands. I opened it and was feeding them to the aligators, there were two of them. One of them was smaller and meaner, the other was big and.. not mean. Ha, so I fed the whole box to them, hoping they would choke and die and leave my mom and sister alone, when suddenly the bigger one turned into thie beautiful man. He was perfect. He looked at me with the most wonderful expression, right into my eyes, like “I understand why you just tried to kill me, but I love you. can you have my children now?” Then this vet/doctor idek guy walked to him and then grabbed the smaller alligator and said “(the wonderful mans name, idr) you’ve done something to make this sypher/zypher (idek) agitated” The man said “Oh, how could I have done that?” and my dream ended.

Fuck. (P.s. I DO look up the meaning to stuff in my dreams, I find dreams to be the MOST fucking fascinating thing on earth)

:)

It’s my new fucking favorite word.

:D

I can’t even eat any more. That last bite had so much salt that I started gagging. Oops. :(
I wanted fucking hash browns damnit. But of course I fucked them up.
I kind of fuck everything up..
Lol, whatever.
There’s literally a fucking blizzard outside right now.
Like, the news stations say “Blizzard warning”
How exciting.
I’m going to play.. sims, I think..
yeah.
Okay, bye.

Homemade hash browns = dead.

Seriously. I went a bit overboard with the salt AND there’s so much excess oil in them. I slanted my plate the the extra would slide to the edge, and there’s like 2 whole spoonfulls just sitting there..
lol yum though so whatever.

I don’t blame them.

I’m fucking insane, I’m tellin ya!