The boy was running.  He had no idea how he got there, but there he was, running.  He didn't know where he was going or why he was running, but he was still running.  As the boy looked above him, he found birds flying above him, at the exact same speed.  He then looked around and found himself in a familiar place.  He finally was able to stop and take in the sight that surrounded him.  The boy found surprisingly he was in his old neighborhood in which he grew up most of his life.  Everything was the way it was when he was living there.  Then the boy got the strangest urge to run again.  So he started running down the street he knew so well.  All of a sudden, trees began to pop up around him.  The boy kept on running as more trees began to grow at surprising rates.  His neighborhood was quickly becoming a forest.  He kept on running until at last, there were no houses left, just a giant forest.  Then the boy woke up, dripping with sweat, wondering what on earth did the dream mean.

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