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A Dream?


            
             Sitting under the branches of the large purple tree, I could only see for a few meters before thick undergrowth and giant waving leaves obstructed my vision. If I looked up there was oddly colored sunlight trying to break through the canopy to the springy earth below. On the ground there were strange patterns of animal tracks mingled with warm mud puddles from the recent rain.
             After pulling out my razor sharp serrated machete, I began to follow a barely visible path. Without having enough room to crawl on hands and knees I hacked and clawed my way through the brush with my face inches from the muddy ground. I crawled like a weasel, weaving down one path and out the next. The further I went the more flesh I left behind on the thorny stalks of overgrown plants. My blood mingled with the stench of wild animals and rotting vegetation. The smell alone made me want to wretch the dehydrated fruit I had eaten earlier. Through the brush I could see a clearing and I made my way towards it.
             After losing more flesh than I could stand and screaming in agony at the pain of a thousand razor blades ripping my skull apart, I made my way into the clearing.
             There I found what seemed to be a large stone pedestal in the center of a ritualistic worship site. Atop the stone monument there was an object which reflected light so brilliantly I could not make out what it was without moving closer. When I climbed the small set of steps to reach the top of the eight foot tall pedestal, I found the most beautiful golden goblet. It was brilliant in its shine. The cup was smooth as silk and glowed with the brilliance of the sun. It was obviously made with the purest gold but it felt light in my hands as I rolled it around examining it. Looking closer, I noticed a hairline crack in the stem in between various strange marking and ideographic characters. .
             The symbols showed a tunnel in the ground opening next to the very monument I was standing on.


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