Repeating places in my dreams

DREAM 1, Confusion

As I paced through a forest of which I don't recall ever entering into, It was late into the night and I was chilled by the air around me, both intoxicated by its presence and invigorated by the smell of the soil beneath me simultaneously. Once I made my way to the other side of an autumnally stained forest floor, a sort of overwhelming sense of danger and Alarm came over my skin as it raised and grew as the horripilation of my flesh became so intense that I started shaking uncontrollably and suddenly fell to the ground blacking out and awakening in my bed...

DREAM 2, A Choice of Direction

My dreams continued this story the next night as I woke to find myself asleep and in the same dreamworld as before... I stood up from my leafy bed on the woodlin floor and brushed myself off, trying to figure out why I was back in the same dream again.

When I stood I saw a hill with two paths running both ways around and so I took the path on the left and walked up and around the hill... I was traveling over and under many branches and by the time I had gotten to the other side of the hill, dawn was breaking and I could smell the air around me heating up, the sun would be rising within an hour, I thought...

I pressed on, noticing that the other path had lead back around to this same place that I found myself at the other side of the hill...

There was no sound suddenly and the only "Dream Sense" that came over me felt like an immense chest pain that only brought me to my back laying on the ground and then, after I had laid horizontal on my back for what seemed like five minutes or so, the pain went away and I was awake again staring into the wall trying not to forget the most vivid dreams I had ever had, both within two days from each other...

DREAM 3- The Mysterious Man

Sleep didn't appear to be easy and fast the next night as I laid restless until approximately four-thirty in the morning.

I was seeking resped in the world that I had dreamed about the night before, but instead I had a dream that seemed to have meant little to nothing about my previous dreams until, I dreamed on...

The first part of the dream was unclear mostly it was alot of sounds and voices within my dreams that were all in a knot and hard to decipher, but alas I had once again found myself on the side of the hill that I traveled around within the first two dreams...

I almost instantly noticed that the two paths were gone and there was no turning back since apparently there was now a huge wall made of grey marble and iron starting at the other side of the wall and extending seemingly endless to the sky and to the left and right... I also took notice to the fact that the sun was about to reclaim the sky and that there were pollens and spores all throughout the air, dancing with the mood of the place itself, which was a strangely comfortable feeling within it's own rights, The fear about the place was gone and it seemed that the forest had been abandoned by whatever powerful presence it was that doused this land in fear and mystery...

I looked at the area at the bottom of the hill and saw that there was a clearing that opened up close to the edge of the forest and started toward it as my next destination...

There I saw a meadow clearing with many animals all completely ignorant of my presence, a small pool of water, and a man dressed in a nicely but old fashioned leather winter robe with long and silver hair knelt before the glistening liquid landmark facing the other way...

The "Dream Senses" were trying to kick in and at this point I knew that it would mean that my time in this dream world was coming to an immediate end. I acted fast...

I was not far from the mysterious man, so I ran as quickly as possible to him and grabbed him by the shoulder attempting to turn him around to see who exactly this "dreamworld traveler" was... but I was vain as the figure turned and I saw that my vision was fading too quickly to study the mans face as I was awaken by the shaking of my own shoulder when one of my friends were tryig to wake me to the real world... Close to someone?

DREAM 4- A Conclusion or an Alpha?

I tried for many weeks to make the dreams come back about the enchanted place I seemed to live in at night, for two days in a row, but to no avail did I dream about the forest again until many weeks later...

I was in the meadow all alone when I stood up... I found myself looking around into the forest in all directions, not seeing a thing at first due to a blur across my vision, but all was clear as I began to focus myself into this dreamworld and configure my soul to the plane of existence that I had treaded into...

Not without interruption though...

All I could do was think about the man that was just there... (In the dream I felt like I was in reality and that I only grabbed out for the strangers shoulder moments before.)

The light grew stronger as the sun went higher into the sky and the air was warm and smelled of morning glory... The pool was gone and in it's place, a dry hole laced with sand and dead vines. There were bones everywhere I looked and they seemed to be falling from the trees...

I remember saying, "Are these trees made of bone?"

And as I recall, they were not, but there were some branches that seemed to be made of bone and none the less the bones of many different creatures were falling from the sky, through the canopy, and down on to the ground in a strange pattern... The bones fell and made a path with the area that was not covered in bones...

I studied as I saw that the dream itself was trying to tell me to go down this way... As I followed the bone trail all the way to the end of the forest and into a field of many different plants and flowers I witnessed a deer and two younger women going into a cottage that was positioned at the center of this field of apparently infinite flora and fauna...

I neared, but there was a "Dream Sense" that came over me unlike any that I had yet experienced within this Dream World... I felt my head turn on it's own and look into a different direction than the cottage, and felt compelled to continue on and ignore the obviously bizarre occurance in the Field of Dreams... The path in which my skull obviously chose all on it's own was into a tall grassy patch of the field which lead me to a sandy stretch of land on the other side of the field that turned into a beach... I awoke thinking,

"Dream senses kicked me out of the Dream World again, huh,? I'll be back..."

Until I dream again... this is all I can write... If you have any interpretations for this Extremely vivid and ongoing dream that I am having at nights, please send them!