Look to the skies. Or not

Woke up this morning from probably the most vivid of the dreams about the kids in the forest I've had. I know you're probably all really tired of this being my dream journal but having 1 is kind of an indescribable mix of both terror and wonder that I always feel like I should be capturing better. Kind of like Disney World, except not as bright and over baring. I almost felt their fingers around my arm and the sharp, bright, pin pricks that came over my skin as they did. I don't remember much about the dream because I was woken up by Bondie running up onto the deck and dragging me back to the house. I was half asleep still when I tried to see what he was shoving in my face.

It was a brown paper package that looked like it had had something spilled on it. It had no return address, and was addressed to 'Andrew Skaine'. Bondie seemed really excited and kept jumping around saying things I couldn't quite hear when he would pace to the far end of the house, only making out half the conversation as he would walk back over to the kitchen on the other side. I opened the package and pulled out a book. It was a picture book with a little boy standing in front of a forest.

"What is this?" I asked, as Bondie came back into the room and started to look in the fridge for something to do.

"It's from James!" he said excitedly "your plan must have worked and he must have seen your blog because he sent me something! Don't know how he got this address though."

"Yeah he does that," I said, flipping through the book "how do you know it's from James?"

"The book!" he said, ducking out of the fridge "we use to read it! It's great! I think the author died a little while ago, but his mum use to say it was an old story anyway."

I don't know who the author was since the copy that James sent is beat up pretty bad. The only thing you can see is the title which is 'The Children Of The Woods'.

I read it a few hours ago. It's weird. I can't really explain it. This kid has to save the woods from

these bad guys and then these ghost kids come out and help him. The weird thing is (wait for it) it kinda reminds me of my dreams. The kids look a lot like the kids from my dream and the whole thing with the forest being threatened is there too. I don't know, maybe I read it when I was a kid and now it's rising to the surface of my dream subconscious since the word forest is probably in my top 5 most thought about at this point (right after hungry, and before horrible I think). Still it's weird that Bondie knows James, and now it's weirder that James sends this book. And after everything that's happened in the past 2 years I don't think a whole lot is weird.

I'll post pictures of it pretty soon if I can. James also sent a note.

I know James well enough to know that no letter addressed to me means he's pissed at me. Probably because I've stayed here for so long. Bondie says the chart in the note is like the charts James use to draw on his walls. If he's pissed at me then he should come see me. Maybe he can explain what all this means. Or at least what the fuck the note does.

Blogspot has decided to be an asshole most of the time and not let me post comments on the blog, so if anybody has any questions, just leave them in the comments and I'll answer them in the next entry. I'll get some pictures up soon. I think I'm gonna reread the book now and try to figure something out.

- M