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Nathan A. Baldwin Dream Tree

I was dancing so much, I felt like my spleen was about to fall out of my ass. It was crazy intense. The music was carrying me. It was taking me away from the rest of everything. All the people. all the creeps. The bros, the nasty crowds of people waiting in lines that were way too long for water. The music went on. I let it carry me. My eyes opened and I saw a gap in the sea of people. Their heads bobbed up in down swaying in a translucent motion. Equal. Happy. Energetic. I carried myself over in the direction of it, strangely wanting a part of what I couldn’t quite make out. I thought I saw what was a strange section of the crowd; beaming and surrounding a corner portion of the festival. I arrived and was greeted by a sea of smiles. People dancing and kicking their legs in the air. Swinging their bodies from side to side and embracing each other in the joy that we all shared within the same music. It carried us all. I began to feel tired after a while and thought it would be best to head to one of the heavy water lines to wait for some hydration. It was getting hot out. I climbed into the line through an open patch and found myself staring at the most peculiar of things. In the distance was a sharp and rigid object right along the left horizon, tucked behind what I thought were some walls. Tucked in between those walls, I could make out an open area, slightly hidden and off a path from the festival. Slowly entranced by the strange object, my body began to draw near. Dancing, and swaying my way over, the object grew larger. I began to make out strange reflections and lights bouncing around the hidden space. I finally made it to the corridor walls and was standing in front of what I had been working my way over to. What I saw before me was incredible. I had to refocus my vision. I saw a tree filled with painted colors and broken mirror, and there was nothing alive on it beside the strange reflective essence it had when I looked straight at it. It was so perplexing, I drew nearer. When I was only a few feet from the strange mirrors and twisted branches of color, something even stranger happened. The Tree began to glow. Getting brighter and brighter; slowly changing colors. ,

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