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In my dream, I was in an apricot tree.

I was high up.

Hidden in the secure curve of the trunk, surrounded by ripe apricots.

I picked one.

I ate it.

Picked another.

Ate it.

The more I ate, the more I fell in love with it.

They never stopped. Juicy, sweet, perfectly ripe.

I kept spitting the pits on the ground.

I kept eating, kept spitting the pits.

Each pit I dropped felt like it was lightening me up,

growing me more.

And every pit that hit the ground

turned into a new apricot tree.

New branches, new fruits,

new shadows formed in the dream.

It felt like the more I ate, the bigger the world became.

The more I ate, the more time began.

The more I ate, the more trees grew.

I woke up with a garden inside me.

I immediately went to the market and bought a whole box of apricots.

Now I had my apricots at home.

Fresh, juicy, just like the ones in my dream.

And the more I ate, the more the trees in my dream grew.

I boiled the apricots with sugar.

Boiled, boiled, and boiled them.

Until it turned into a sweet paste, and I squeezed out their oil.

I’m cold-blooded. I squeeze the apricot pit so tightly that I get its oil.

I dried and cleaned the pits.

And then, with my own hands, I squeezed out the oil.

Every drop felt like a piece of the dream.

Then I mixed it with 80% alcohol

and made a beautiful apricot cologne.

The apricot oil inside it is part of the dream.

And now, every drop takes me back in time,

to the smell of those apricots,

recreating the moment, the taste, the time.

Have you ever created something from apricots, fruits, or memories? Have you made something that transports you back to a dream, a taste, or a moment? Share in the comments!