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The Crossing

As of June 25, 2014, godaddy, my web and blog host provider will terminate this and all their other blogs. Leaving customers out in the cold does not seem to be a problem for godaddy however’ this has left me in a scramble to download all my blogs and set them back up to word press.
I am not sure if this will be my last post from the godaddy quick blog however, here is the new address. I hope you will subscribe again at my new home; https://wtcjr.wordpress.com
Thank you,
William T Carroll, Jr.

Friday, June 6, 2014; (an unconscious dream)
It was some time after midnight and I was in my car. I was on my way to some appointment and seemed to be running a bit behind. I knew of a short cut, a road rarely used from the main road I was on through a small neighborhood. I took a right off the road onto the shortcut. The shortcut was an abandoned road that had become narrow due to the overgrowth of a field on both sides. The road was rough and cracked, keeping me around 25 mph.

Something several yards away dashed out from the left of the tall grass and into the right side of the field. The movement had been too fast and sudden to see what it might have been but it was a light brown or tan and about the size of a dog. I turned on my high beams which lit up the field on both sides and the back of homes some distance away at the end of the road.

The field on both sides grew from about two feet high along the edge to nearly six feet about ten feet away from the road. I began to get sleepy and pushed the car up to 30 mph. Something bolted out from the left of the high grass just in front of my car. I hit the brakes coming to an immediate stop. Whatever the animal had been, it had completed its crossing quick and unharmed. All I had seen of it was a tan pelt the size of a fox, not that it had been one. I continued on, bringing my speed back up to 25 mph.

Far ahead, another animal rushed across from the left over to the right and disappeared into the grass. It had been too far away and fast to get a look at what it may have been but it was large like a deer. It also had the same tan color as the last two. The homes I had first seen, seemed no closer than before. I moved my speed back up to 30 mph.

After only seconds at that speed, my instincts caused my foot to hit the brake as another animal cut across close in front of me. This one had been the smallest but as the others, had the same tan color. I proceeded on, slowly regaining my 25 mph speed. Just within my sight up ahead something the size of a buck bounded over the road in two strides from the left. It landed in the right side of the field.

As I had done with all the encounters, I glanced over to the right where they had gone. I never saw any of them. Strangely no two had been the same size or shape but all had been the same light tan color and I had gotten no good look at any of them. The homes I was going toward were getting no closer. It soon became apparent that when I got up to 30 mph, the creatures would wait and race out in front of me. Below that speed, they would cross far ahead just within my headlights but not close enough to tell what they were.

As I drove I held the car to 25 and continued to glance over to the right side of the road. The tall grass was the same shade of tan as were the animals that had been crossing. I began to see forms moving within the grass and slowed. As I slowed the animals either moved deeper into the grass or sank down. The homes at the end had been in my sights for many minutes but still I was no closer— like a mirage they stayed at the same distance all the time. Sleep began to overwhelm me and I found it harder to stay on the narrow road. No longer able to drive safely, I came to a stop. My thought was to shut the car off and sleep until morning. I had hoped when the sun came up I would be able to get to the end of the road.

I worried that another car might come up behind me and run into the back of me. I eased the car over to the right. I drove slowly as the front of my car had to push the high grass down. Completely off the road, the right side, front and rear of my car were buried against the grass. If anyone did come along, they would not see me until they were right beside me.

I turned the car off which cut the lights as well. I dropped my seat back to sleep. Although there were no lights out I could just make out the tops of the grass surrounding me. Forms began to move through the grass coming up to the car. They moved around and against the car, I reached to turn on the lights but the forms rushed away. I turned on the lights, seeing nothing but the road to my left and the grass around me.

Then strange creatures moved deep within the grass, so camouflaged that it was hard to see them once they stood still. The grass seemed to become thick with the creatures and I began to get nervous. I started the car and eased back out on the road. Picking up speed again, the animals also continued crossing the road once more, still too faraway to make out. My eyes remained heavy and a few times I nodded off. On one of my nods, I jerked my head back up only to find myself in my bed awake.

Arch

Perhaps one of the easiest ways I have of finding myself in an out-of-body experience, is my memory. When I come to, it is like I have been transported. My mind recalls the last point of origin, which is usually where I went into meditation. Not having any recall of points between here and there is a sure sign, which brings up the story of using it in this reality. When things do not seem quite normal, I recall the time-line from then to when I awoke that morning. If I trace my day back to my alarm, I am surely in my reality and will have to deal with the situation, something I will not be awakening from.

Because I have so many dreams, it is not easy deciding which one to post; the longer ones take a lot of time to write out properly. My mood also influences my choice of which dream to write about and then there is the decision of which one to publish after several are finished.

I had been working on the following dream for some months as you can see from the date. I only had to have my wife edit it and had been putting it off until an incident yesterday, Saturday, January 18, 2014. I had to use my recall to trace back my time-line to when I first awoke. I came to a very fast conclusion, I was indeed awake, which only added to my fear. I felt the need to post the following dream because of the recall I use for my reality checks. If you’re interested in my incident from Saturday from this reality, click here.

Thursday, September 5, 2013;(oobe)

Being a morning person, I am always up before the sun. With the deep dark redness that invades the inside of one’s eyelids, I awoke suddenly, fearing I had slept through my alarm. I was lying on my back but instead of the ceiling above, I saw a clear blue sky. Briefly, I wondered how I had gotten outside. I traced my thoughts back and could only recall going to bed. Then the thought came to me; I was either dreaming or in an OBE.

It’s rare that I come into another world in the lying down position; I usually stand. I also was no longer in my room but in a patch of tall grass. Before moving or sitting up, I listened for any sounds. The only thing that caught my attention, had been the quiet rustling of the long stems of grassy-looking plants I was lying in. I sat up and looked down at what I was wearing. I was expecting nothing, seeing that I went to bed that way. Luckily, I was in my previous day’s clothes. Even in other realms I’m quite modest when I am not dressed. I got on my feet and took in the surrounding scenery. I was in an open field. Many yards away stood an outline of trees that enclosed the area. Off to my right just a few yards were what looked to be an old shack that had become overgrown with bright green vines. I only made a couple of steps toward the shack when something jumped through the grass away from me.

Looking down into the grass while I took another step, I saw small white insects dispersing from me. I looked around me and saw that I was surrounded by them. These insects resembled a cross between crickets and grasshoppers with a pale white coloring. Their long back legs were held up above their bodies. I made another step toward the shack. The insect’s legs pivoted down, striking the grass stems and hopping over a yard away. The ones behind and beside me kept pace with me. Oddly, they all faced me as if inspecting me or out of curiosity. I continued my stroll over to the shack keeping an eye on my companions as I did.

The shack was covered inside and out in thick green foliage. The opening had no door and was in the shape of an arch. At first, the shack seemed to be about eight feet high but coming up to it, I noticed it stood on a mound about two feet tall. The doorway and interior were less than six feet high with a depth of five feet. The side walls I could touch at the same time. The floor was covered with the same grass that was in the field. I stepped back outside, noticing the insects, perhaps over a thousand of them, all still and facing my direction. I looked out over the field to the trees, if that is what they were.

Where I stood the shack seemed to be the center of the circular field but what held my attention were the trees. Still, many yards away, they looked like continuous arches grown together. The trunk’s base was perhaps five to six feet wide and grew around eight feet high. At this point, the trunk split in two parts and grew away from each other at about a 70 degree angle. At twenty-five feet or more up, they curved back down and formed another trunk in the ground some twenty feet apart.

Vines like the one covering the shack grew up on the arch and hung down only a few feet. They also had what looked like yellow and white dots mixed in. I took several steps toward the trees when a flutter of the insects jumped into the air yards away from me. I forgot about them while studying the trees, during which time I guess they had been studying me. While I was looking at them something caught my attention. On the right leg of my pants down around my calf, clung one of the insects.

This gave me some time to get a closer inspection of the small creatures. Because the entire body was dull white, I could make out its large round eyes and dark pupils. The body may have been a bit longer than either crickets or grasshoppers, and the jumper legs sat almost in the rear. These legs , without knees, were held above the body, in the shape of an arch. These hind legs held only one joint, and that was on the body.

The long hind legs grew into a curve much like the arches of the shack’s doorway and the arch of the trees. When it needed to escape, the insect swung its legs down on to the surface it clung to, launching the creature backward. This way, it never lost sight of its pursuer. It was only after awakening later, that I thought of giving this world the name, Arch because of all the similarities. This also inspired me to give my little friends the title, “Archers.”

The Archers held the same six limbs of their earthly counterparts, but the middle walking legs were in the center of the body for balance. The front legs held tiny digits on their ends which on the Archer clinging to me had clasped together as in thought. Its entire form hung there as if it were studying me intently. I bent over to get an even closer look, but it jumped away.

I walked slowly to the edge of the tree line, giving the Archers plenty of time and room to move out-of-the-way. One of them jumped back on my leg, although I could not tell if it was the same one from moments ago. It began to climb up my leg. I slowed my pace and held my arm down by my side. Once to my waist, it cautiously climbed to the cuff of my shirt. I stopped and raised my arm up to my face. We both looked into the eyes of the other. The Archer scanned me over with its left eye while keeping its right eye locked on mine. I continued on to the trees all the while keeping my eyes on my new friend. Up to the trees, it jumped from my arm into the grass.

When I looked around, all of them had kept to the side and back of me. None had jumped to my front, which would have taken them inside the tree line. As I looked down the so-called tree line was an actual line. Inside the ring of trees, the grassy field grew to a height of about a foot, right up to the base of the trees, then ended. From there to inside the trees, the ground was a thick carpet of green moss.

The forest, if you could call it that, was constant as far as you could see. As I had noticed from the shack, these woods were not like anything on earth. The tree’s best description is a cross between the thickness and shape of a large oak but with the bark similar to a pine. Their growth pattern was unlike any trees on earth. The trunk of the tree grew up about eight feet then separated into two parts. These grew out at right angles from one another.

They rose perhaps twenty to twenty-five feet into an arch and back down twenty feet away where each met the trunk of another. This pattern circled the entire field. Due to the odd growth, I could not tell where each tree started or ended. As far as the growth, this could have been one tree surrounding the area. The trees had no branches to speak of other than the green vines similar to those growing over the shack.

The vines on the trees, however, had small yellow and white blossoms, which only grew in a three or four foot wide area at the very bottom of the arches. The vines grew from the top and ran over to the bottom of the arch where, the flowers grew in bunches like grapes on earth. If this had been earth, one thing I would have been sure of is that everything here was by design not naturally grown.

The trees that grew beyond these out in what I called the forest, were not much different. Instead of the trunks parting into two, these split into four sections forty-five degrees apart. These branches arched and met the next set of branches coming from the trunk twenty feet away. This line of tress or maybe tree ran into a straight line off into the distance. Each line of trees was the same and started some ten or more feet from the trees growing surrounding the field.

Each line grew some thirty or more feet apart, but the gap widened the farther down the lines. My guess is, if I could have seen these trees from above, it would resemble a cross stitch or lattice pattern stretching outward. This same technique continued on with each tree in line. I followed one line of the trees. In one of the lines of trees over from me, one of the arches had snapped and fallen. I walked over to the branch which lay on the ground. One end of the branch was still leaning on the trunk it had broken from.

I climbed the branch and stepped into the middle of the trunk. The center was nearly flat and just over two feet wide. Looking at the trees, each trunk lined up so well, that a walkway could have been established from one to another. I climbed back down and continued down this line. So far, I did not encounter any other animal life other than the Archers. I also still noticed that not one of them lived in the woods.

The line of trees ended and had bought me to another field, this one also surrounded by the double arched trees. Looking through the arches, a tall mound perhaps sixty feet high sat in the center of the field. I stepped through into the grass expecting to see more of the Archer’s here but, there seemed to be no life other than plants.

I took a walk around the mound that was covered in the same vines as the shack in the first field. The top was strangely angled like that of a roof. As I made my way to the other side where there was a large arched opening. I immediately noticed that not only was this an exact duplicate of the shack back in the first field, but this one was ten times larger. I figured these sheds or whatever they were, had been grown, not built.

I wanted to go back to the first field and contact the Archers again. I thought I was following the same line of trees, but my walk took much longer going back. I never found the field before I awoke.