Painted Trees

"Art has the power to comfort the disturbed, and to disturb the comfortable." Those were the words Miss Chan said at the end of our Art class. At first, I thought my life was turning upside down all over again. It felt like nothing was going right at all. Miss Chan gave me demerits for the smallest mistakes I made. Even sneezing was a crime. I was so close to sitting my first detention,but that wasn't the only bad thing that was happening to me. A few days ago, I started having bad dreams for some reason.

I had been having dreams about the Forest Monster. In the dreams, the forest monster followed me everywhere I went, and it watched my every move. It didn't try to attack me, or even eat me alive. It just watched me. I wasn't one to make out what my dreams meant, because I believed that dreams were meaningless. Life outside dreams was the only reality. Dreams were nothing but brain dust. But that specific dream, was one that haunted me deeply.