The Boy's crazy dream

A few weeks ago, I was upstairs getting dressed when I heard Joshua telling Ruth and Hannah a story. It was rather elaborate, more elaborate than he usually is. Joshua is good at many things, but he doesnt usually make up stories, unlike his cousin whose stories are absolutely incredible. So I asked him "What are you saying? Are you making up a story?"

"No, I'm just telling them my crazy dream I had last night," Joshua replied.

"Can you tell it to me?"

So he began his story, and it was so crazy, I made him stop, and I sat down at the computer and typed it into MS Word so I wouldnt lose it. It seemed incredibly metaphorical and was completely unlike anything Joshua would normaly dream. He tends to be more like the mr.

"I had this crazy dream last night"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, it had an elephant in it"

"An elephant? What else?"

"That's it."

That's usually how those conversations go with either of the men in my house.

Without further ado, the Dream:

Daddy was a gold miner, and the more you went upstream, the better the gold was. And if you went up the rainbow stream far enough there was the finest gold, but nobody ever touched it because nobody wanted it to get rotten. So one day Daddy took us down the rainbow stream, which was small and thin but it was right next to a stream that was big and wide. The rainbow stream was colorful. The gold was hidden in clay. We had to get a thin layer of clay. And if the gold didn’t stay in the clay then it would rot. That’s why nobody ever touched it.

So one piece was under a thin layer of clay. You could see because it sparkled through. The clay was grey, dull and grey. And Daddy dug open the clay, but not for long. “You can only peek for a few minutes. Don’t touch it. For we don’t want this gold to rot” But everybody wanted the gold because it would be worth a bazillion dollars. BUT, if they had it for too long, it would rot. It would rot in a half an hour. And it would take them three hours to actually purify the gold so it would be a zillion dollars.

So Daddy closed up the clay, and we went along our way back down the stream. On the other side of the plain stream there were two trees, not ordinary trees. They were alive. The good one got stronger by day. The bad one got stronger by night. Yet they minded their own business even though one was good and one was evil. Daddy said the good tree is old and wise, and the evil tree is bad and unwise. The bad tree wanted the gold, that pure gold. And there was the vulnerable spot in the back of the bad one, yet there was no vulnerable spot in the back of the good one.

Daddy said “we have to destroy the bad tree. There was a flap to control both tree, but it wasn’t a remote controller. Somebody went to sneak behind the evil tree, but there were pricker bushes behind the evil tree. SO he had to go around the good tree and be slim between the two trees because there were old dry leaves that fell to the ground. In the back of the evil tree there was a BIG hole that had something squishy inside. The guy was back there all night, waiting for day because at night he got more powerful and the hole closes up. By day the hole opened up, and he threw a spear into the squishy thing. And the evil tree died, and the good tree could grow during day. At night nothing happened to him.