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The Tree of Dreams


Eva had always loved the old tree in the meadow. She used to climb its branches as a child and pretend she was a bird or a fairy. She would sit on the highest limb and watch the sun set over the hills, painting the sky with orange and purple hues. She would whisper her wishes to the tree and hope they would come true.

As she grew older, she visited the tree less often. She had more responsibilities at home and school, and less time for daydreaming. She also had more worries and fears, and less hope for the future. She felt like she was losing touch with herself and her dreams.

One night, she had a strange dream. She saw the tree in the meadow, but it looked different. It was glowing with a soft light, and its leaves were shimmering with silver and gold. She heard a voice calling her name, and she felt a pull towards the tree. She woke up with a start, feeling curious and restless.

She decided to go to the meadow the next day, after school. She took her bike and rode along the familiar path, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. She wondered if the tree would look like it did in her dream, or if it was just her imagination.

When she reached the meadow, she gasped. The tree was indeed glowing, just like in her dream. It was surrounded by a circle of flowers that swayed in the breeze. She felt a warm sensation in her chest, and a smile on her face. She walked towards the tree, feeling drawn to it.

She reached out her hand and touched the trunk. It felt smooth and warm, like a living thing. She heard a voice in her mind, gentle and soothing.

"Hello, Eva. I've been waiting for you."

She jumped back, startled. "Who are you? What are you?"

"I am the tree of dreams. I am your friend."

The voice sounded familiar, like someone she knew but couldn't remember.

"How do you know my name? How can you talk?"

"I know everything about you, Eva. I've been watching you since you were born. I can talk because I am connected to you. You are my dreamer."

Eva felt confused and amazed. "My dreamer? What does that mean?"

"It means that you have a special gift, Eva. You have the power to create your own reality with your dreams. You can make anything happen, if you believe in yourself and your dreams."

Eva shook her head. "That's impossible. That's not how the world works."

"It is how your world works, Eva. You have always been different from others. You have always had a vivid imagination and a strong will. You have always been able to influence your surroundings with your thoughts and feelings. You just didn't realize it."

Eva thought about it. She remembered how she used to make up stories and games as a child, and how they seemed to come alive in her mind. She remembered how she used to wish for things and sometimes they would happen, like finding a lost toy or getting an A on a test. She remembered how she used to feel happy and free when she was with the tree.

"Is that why I dreamed of you? Is that why you're glowing?"

"Yes, Eva. You dreamed of me because you needed me. You needed to reconnect with your true self and your dreams. I'm glowing because you're glowing. Your light is shining through me."

Eva felt tears in her eyes. She felt a surge of emotion that she couldn't name.

"What do you want from me?"

"I want nothing from you, Eva. I only want to help you. I want to show you what you can do with your gift. I want to help you make your dreams come true."

Eva wiped her eyes and looked at the tree.

"How can you do that?"

"By letting me guide you, Eva. By trusting me and yourself. By following your heart and your intuition."

Eva hesitated.

"What if I'm afraid? What if I fail?"

"You have nothing to fear, Eva. You have nothing to lose. You only have everything to gain."

Eva took a deep breath.

"Okay then. What do I do?"

"Just close your eyes and relax, Eva. Let go of your worries and doubts. Let go of your limits and expectations. Let go of everything that holds you back."

Eva closed her eyes and did as the tree said.

"Now think of something that you want more than anything else in the world, Eva. Something that makes you happy and fulfilled."

Eva thought hard.

"I want..."

She whispered her wish to the tree.

"I want to be a writer. I want to write stories that inspire people and make them happy. I want to share my dreams with the world."

The tree smiled in her mind.

"That's a wonderful wish, Eva. And you can make it come true. You have the talent and the passion. You just need to believe in yourself and your dreams."

The tree sent a wave of warmth and light through her body.

"Feel that, Eva? That's your dream energy. That's your power. You can use it to create anything you want. You just need to imagine it and feel it."

The tree showed her a vision of herself as a successful writer. She saw herself holding a book with her name on it. She saw herself signing autographs and giving interviews. She saw herself smiling and laughing with her fans and friends.

"That's your future, Eva. That's your potential. That's your dream."

Eva felt a surge of joy and excitement.

"Wow, that's amazing. Is that really possible?"

"Yes, Eva. It is possible. It is already happening. You just need to make it happen faster."

The tree gave her a gentle nudge.

"Open your eyes, Eva. Look at me."

Eva opened her eyes and gasped.

The tree was no longer glowing with a soft light. It was blazing with a bright fire. The fire was not burning the tree, but enhancing it. The leaves were sparkling with gold and silver. The flowers were blooming with vibrant colors. The branches were reaching out to the sky.

The tree was alive with magic.

"What's happening?"

The tree spoke with a proud and loving voice.

"This is your dream, Eva. This is your creation. This is your gift to me and to the world."

Eva felt awe and gratitude.

"Thank you, tree. Thank you for everything."

The tree hugged her with its branches.

"You're welcome, Eva. Thank you for being my dreamer."

They smiled at each other, feeling a deep connection.

They knew they would always be friends.

They knew they would always have dreams.