Yesterday morning I got a phone call from one of my best friends who I have known for over 45 years. Yup, they were worried about me and my relative silence for the last 6 weeks or so, an hour later we were hanging up. And that got me thinking about how quiet I’ve actually been…in real-life and through the website. I am OK…sort of, kinda, mostly. I’ve had a lot on my mind and I am following some issues very closely and continuing to do some deep research. But mostly I’ve been getting ready for winter here at the glamstead. The week before I was prompted to cut, split, and stack in their woodshed an older couple’s winters worth of firewood. The I felt an extreme urgency to take care of our firewood needs for the winter. Yup, our primary heat source is a wood stove. So last week I started cutting and splitting our firewood. This week I will have completed that task. Oddly I’ve been continually prompted to put up way more firewood than just what our normal needs would be. I will be posting some articles next week, maybe later this week. I received a ton of emails from wonderful folks after my last post, I will respond to those personally this week. Now a weird thing…I woke up this morning at the end of a nightmare…a very disturbing nightmare. Normally I don’t share dreams or nightmares with my wife…other than maybe to tell her occasionally I had one. And I don’t remember the last time I shared one with anyone but my wife. This morning was entirely different. After I became fully awake I felt strongly prompted to post that I am doing okay. I also was hammered with needing to post my nightmare…but not any kind of opinion, explanation or interpretation. I found that strange. But then clear as a bell it came into my mind that whomever read about the nightmare would understand it for them…if they were meant to. So here goes… It was night time, very dark, I was standing over a well casing pipe, maybe 6” – 8”, looking down into the pipe, I could hear people through the pipe, they were underground at the bottom of the well, water was bubbling around them. The people were scared and talking but I couldn’t understand what they were saying, I could only feel their emotion of being frightened. I shouted down to them that I was there and knew they were there, and I would try to help. There was an old, beat-up orange electric extension cord that I began to lower it down to them to let them know I was trying to do something to help, to reassure them. I brought it back up and was starting to tape some chemical glow sticks to the cord to lower it back down so they would be able to see. Some of the sticks I had already activated and they were giving off that green glowing light; there were other sticks that they could activate later. As I began to lower it a man I knew came up and started to yell at me that I would electrocute them. I showed him it wasn’t plugged in. He was in charge of the rescue effort, very professional, very educated, very authoritative, and told me to leave. They would be bringing in all this fancy expensive equipment and tools to perform the rescue and it would be showing up in several days. I knew it would be too late but I didn’t say anything; but I did ask if I could stay and watch the rigging. I was told to stay in the corner and watch but not participate or speak. Everything in the area was cold, damp, dark, and very uncomfortable. At this point I looked down and noticed something odd about the area around the well pipe. I began to ripe it up with my hands because it was very thin and flimsy plywood that was mostly rotted. The man began to help. Then he was gone. Once the plywood was torn away, the well was now 4’ – 6’ across, the walls were smooth river rock, the well was perfectly round, everything was very damp, dark, and a heavy duty steel ladder attached to the wall of the well. It was firmly bolted to the side of the well and very sturdy but the rock sides of the well were very damp and very slippery. The ladder extended all the way to the water’s surface and then into the water. I could see all of this because I had started to lower the beat-up orange extension cord with the glow sticks back down into the well. There were no longer any people in the well that I could hear or see, but I knew they were below the surface of the water and were no longer alive. Some had been standing on the shoulders of others trying to keep their head above water to survive…but no one survived. I then woke up with the strong prompting to share this. The dream might have lasted longer but we slept with the window partially open last night to enjoy the fresh fall air. However, what woke me up this morning was coyotes howling and yipping not too far away. Kind of an eerie sound to wake-up to after a nightmare like that.

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