DesertRat
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- Jun 12, 2006
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Now I know I'm not the only one with these treasure dreams. I'll tell my most recent one if you tell yours. Some might say I've been out in the sun to long. Maybe my imagination is playing tricks on me, but you've got to have some kind of imagination when you're out treasure hunting or you'll never figure things out. Anyway for what it's worth:
Of course, the dream is out in the desert. Rock formations appear as mountains. Below these mountains is a long series of buttes and plateaus building on each other. They're lower than the mountains behind them. This singular formation is very distinct. I could recognize it if I ever came across it in my travels. The next thing I see is a huge book being opened with pages and pages of tunnels revealed, inter-connecting with each other. The tunnels go from page to page and show an occasional treasure room suddenly lighting up in a reddish-gold hue. It's doesn't happen on every page. The book closes and I see an old Indian, maybe Apache. He's standing with his arms at his side in front of the base of the plateau formation. He quietly looks up at me. His face is weathered but proud. His body looks tired and worn. He's worked in the mines. All he does is stare. I would know his face. I wake up and try to remember as much detail as I can but the remnants of the dream fly away like the wind blowing across the sand dunes of the Anza Borrego.
I have the distinct feeling that this area is not in the area I've been exploring for the past year,
the Santa Rosa mountains, the desert around the Salton Sea area, Fish Creek mountains, and the Anza Borrego desert. It would take many lifetimes to explore just those areas. Last year I was out in the desert for little over 104 days. The desert is a magnet for a soul seaching for the mysteries of days gone by. I hope all your travels will be as rewarding and memorable as mine.
Of course, the dream is out in the desert. Rock formations appear as mountains. Below these mountains is a long series of buttes and plateaus building on each other. They're lower than the mountains behind them. This singular formation is very distinct. I could recognize it if I ever came across it in my travels. The next thing I see is a huge book being opened with pages and pages of tunnels revealed, inter-connecting with each other. The tunnels go from page to page and show an occasional treasure room suddenly lighting up in a reddish-gold hue. It's doesn't happen on every page. The book closes and I see an old Indian, maybe Apache. He's standing with his arms at his side in front of the base of the plateau formation. He quietly looks up at me. His face is weathered but proud. His body looks tired and worn. He's worked in the mines. All he does is stare. I would know his face. I wake up and try to remember as much detail as I can but the remnants of the dream fly away like the wind blowing across the sand dunes of the Anza Borrego.
I have the distinct feeling that this area is not in the area I've been exploring for the past year,
the Santa Rosa mountains, the desert around the Salton Sea area, Fish Creek mountains, and the Anza Borrego desert. It would take many lifetimes to explore just those areas. Last year I was out in the desert for little over 104 days. The desert is a magnet for a soul seaching for the mysteries of days gone by. I hope all your travels will be as rewarding and memorable as mine.
