Forest Dream #1


clearingI found myself standing on the perimeter of a graduation ceremony of sorts that was taking place in the forest. It was really a beautiful day; The sunlight was visibly streaming through the treetops and into a small clearing.

In this clearing were neatly arranged folding chairs, all taken by about-to-be graduates; All were sitting calmly. There was no talking or joking; All heads faced front. There was a wooden stage facing them and I was facing that stage, but was on the left side near the back – out of sight.

I noticed a girl (around my age, but a little younger) make her way over to a podium on the age to speak. I remember everyone looking very young. This was definitely a high school graduation/school function of sorts. I could just tell by the age of the student body.

As this girl was going up to speak, I immediately became disinterested. I really wanted to get out of there but felt hesitant about leaving. I was trepidatious; I didn’t want to break any rules, nor did I want to get in trouble for leaving. But as I continued to think about it, I realized how silly it was to feel that way; I remember inwardly reasoning something along the lines of, “I’m independent. This is my life. Why should I feel obligated to stay somewhere I don’t want to?” I was resolved to stick to my guns and not be so easily manipulated and pressured by a feeling/notion that had no logical basis. So as the speaker began, I started to walk away.

Imagine this - but in a sky blue color
Imagine this – but in a sky blue color

Leaving the clearing behind me, I approached a sky blue bridge. Before I could cross it, I was stopped by an administrator of sorts. He was definitely an older gentleman; Think along the

Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge
Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge

lines of a younger Cornelius Fudge. He stepped in front of my path with his back to this sky blue bridge.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

“I’m leaving,” I said. “I don’t go [to school] here”

He refused to let me pass, but I defiantly blew past him anyway. I went over the bridge and on to another part of the forest. He did not protest, but followed me instead.

We immediately came across a small house made of large, roundish stones (like a very rudimentary cobblestone house) that was understood to be a chapel.

Imagine full scale walls with stones stacked like this.

From the window, I saw the ghost of a priest clothed in red and gold vestments doing the Communion rites, holding the Eucharist up and whatnot. Everything inside this chapel, including the priest, was absolutely transparent. After witnessing this, I began to become very interested in going inside this small church/chapel. I told the administrator (whose role seemed to have gone from adversary to guide) to let me inside. I thought maybe he had a key.

We were on the side of the chapel, so we went to approach the front. But to my surprise, as we entered the vestibule area, the Communion scene inside was nowhere to be found. Instead the interior was full of cobwebs and dust. I thought I felt a bug on my skin and freaked out a bit, trying to brush it off.

Though that was pretty much the end of the dream, I also remember a small tidbit that came afterwards. Although, I’m not sure if it was cohesively generated as I think I woke up and made myself fall back asleep to “see what was next”. The next scene went as follows:

I found myself back in the clearing but after the “graduation ceremony” had ended. There were groups of people socializing.

I remember approaching the speaker and apologizing for walking out. She was very nice about it, assuring me not to worry. I remember her showing me the program for the event/ceremony. She pointed to the pictures of 3 girls who were in the program in black and white. She told me she had spoken on their behalf, to remember and memorialize them as they had died very recently. I did not recognize the girls nor do I remember their faces.

Forest Dream #2

I was at a relative’s house. The dream house was pretty accurate to the house in reality: A large house, with an extensive backyard but – There was a mountain range in the distance; As one looked out beyond the yard the mountains were prominent as ever. It looked beautiful as the sun was setting. The yard wasn’t that large as I noticed the other surrounding neighbor’s yards were nearby, but there weren’t many fences dividing the yards up; It was pretty open and connected.

This relative was saying mean and disparaging things to me. Again, not far from reality; This relative has always been slightly condescending and ambiguous towards me, but would never stoop so low to say some of things that he was saying to me in this dream; In short, repetitively saying to my face how worthless and useless I am. I kept telling him to stop but he wouldn’t, continuously pestering and pushing me to brink of explosive anger.

Another relative from the same house, stole my phone and I caught him looking through it. He was at the bottom of some stairs (In a basement, I suppose. The interior of the house was not based in reality) and I was peering from the top yelling at him for doing so. I didn’t appreciate him violating my privacy. He ran away and I went down to retrieve my phone. After this occurred, something else was said to me of condescending nature (by who I don’t specifically remember) and I flipped; I yelled, cursing everyone out in the house and booked it – out of the yard and towards the mountain range.

I ran very fast. Faster than I ever could in reality and without tiring. I went the length of the entire backyard from the back of the house onward, until I came upon a metal gate that was attached to a larger chain metal fence. I opened the latch and continued to run and run and run; Through the other neighboring yards on and on. I ran so fast and so far, thoughts blacked out by my anger, blinded by my rage (I had no idea where I was going. I just needed to run), until after a time I decided it might be appropriate to stop. OHT Pic 4387 Open forestI had cleared the “suburban backwoods” and now found myself alone and isolated in a forest.

But I wasn’t afraid. I was suddenly calmed in the realization of my aloneness. It was peaceful, quiet. I don’t even remember hearing birds chirping or crickets singing. The forest wasn’t very dense but was actually very open. I noticed a sign across from me that said something along the lines of: Visitors must leave the forest before dusk. I remember the word DUSK specifically, in bold and all capitals.

The shape was something like this, though the material was not finished wood. Imagine a light tan, beige-ish color instead.
The shape was something like this, but the steps were bigger and more triangulated. And the material was not finished wood. Imagine a light tan, beige-ish color instead. I don’t remember a railing either.

In my contentment, I continued to look about the forest and noticed (across from the sign) I was standing next to a spiraling staircase to a treehouse. But there wasn’t just one staircase – there were two. The inner one was made of wood and the steps were large and somewhat triangular. The outer one was made of highly ornamented wrought, black iron. I remember looking up the staircase for awhile, pondering it. My memories then came flooding back as to what had transpired: The argument, my flighty tantrum. I did not ascend the staircase, but began to head back to the house. By the time I got back it was dark.

Instead of announcing my return, some other relatives (including my brother) decided it was best to sneak me in and not tell parties previously involved that I had come back; So that they would be worried and look for me and waste their time and emotions doing so. I remember lying down, hiding with my brother behind a jungle gym while the relative who stole my phone headed out to look for me. After that, my dream starts to get hazy, unclear, and watercolored. I woke up soon afterwards.