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Share your dreams! The Salt Block House.

The Salt Block House 

We drove onto the lawn, no lawn, the dirt, in front of the house, and parked next to the other cars. We just sat in the car for a few minutes, watched the guests, and studied the really strange property surrounding us. We had drove for miles seeing nothing but a narrow country road, telephone poles, and the most beautiful sunset I had seen since Virgin Gorda. A few times, we were going to turn around because we couldn’t imagine anyone having a #party, much less, living out here in the nothing. I noticed there was no vegetation. It looked like freshly graded soil for as far as you could see with this HUGE, #saltblock style home and a salt block style barn sitting in the middle of it. It was all just rolling fields except the northern field. It had an unusual drop off of about 50 feet, with a straight top edge and an un-natural incline graded at a 45-degree angle. The absence of vegetation puzzled me. The home and #barn were obviously very old and the wires and the telephone poles were equally as old? Yet, the ground appeared to have been graded with laser accuracy right to the pole?

“Hey! Are you guys going to sit in that car all evening or join the party”? Came a voice from the porch. It was a friend of Aryn’s that she knew from the office.
“That’s why we are here” Aryn jumped out of the car, threw a hand into the air, ran up the steps, and hugged her friend. I walked cautiously slower looking out at the fields as I walked.

Aryn introduced me and we went into the house where there were dozens of friendly, loud, people I didn’t know, talking and joking about things I didn’t know about. After being introduced as Aryn’s husband Alex, I was accepted into the group and directed to the kitchen where the food went the entire length of the west wall.

While waiting for the man in front of me to finish loading his paper plate, I was amazed at the old barn I could see out of the kitchen window. It must have been built at the same time as the house. They both were built on tall foundations of stone and concrete. The house had a stairway that went onto the front porch, and the barn had a concrete ramp that went up to the large barn door. Both were constructed of a dark red/brown brick with contrasting chiseled white stone window sashes and headers.
Being a #builder myself, I noticed the obvious masonry skill that had been required on this property. Perfectly straight walls with no optical variation in the least.
“Just as perfect as the landscaping?”

“What ya say there Alex? I couldn’t hear ya with all that cackling in the front room!” “Ya get all them female type bookkeepers in the same room and we aint got a chance!” Said Bill loudly.
“Ohhhh… just admiring the sunset.” I said to avoid further conversation.
“Hey Albert…why don’t we take our food outside and get some quiet!”
“Good idea,” I said, “and it’s ALEX!”

We sat on the front steps as a cool breeze blew my napkin off my knee. I watched it move gracefully across the dirt and finally, far enough south that it disappeared over the ridge into the dark shadows of the, Bottom 40.
I took my empty plate into the kitchen. I peaked around the doorway of the dining room until Aryn spotted me and smiled as she looked away from a talking host. I gave her the OK gesture with a look of question. She gave me the zero elevation signal, from helping me shoot elevations, which meant she was fine. I refilled my drink with mostly #Captain and a little #Coke, and slipped out the back door before Bill found me.

The sun had almost completely set, with lingering rays of gold and magenta on the horizon and cold clear blue still lighting up the upper atmosphere. I walked to the left and back toward the road.
I leaned against the car for a few minutes and studied the incline. Another sip of Captain Morgan, and I walked toward the ridge. I stood staring, impressed at how the sunset made a shadow on the lower property. It seemed to have no bottom.

Voices broke my concentration as the party was breaking up and moving out onto the front porch.
I turned and looked toward the house, and my eyes were drawn to a reflection in the sky. I could see a commercial airliner heading northwest. It was clear enough that I could even make out a logo on the tail that was mostly red. I saw another reflection, and further away flying northeast was another commercial airliner that appeared to have the same markings. It was further away so I can’t be sure, as I stood with my hands on my forehead?
“What you doing?” yelled Aryn.
“Come here, look at these planes!” I pointed to the north.

Suddenly the planes both jumped as if choreographed in exact unison. The left wing tip of both planes rose up to show both planes at a 45deg. angle.
I looked at Aryn. “LOOK!” as I continued to point.
When I looked back at the planes they were no longer at 45deg. Angles. They were flat again. NO! They are upside down. They are both upside down with the tail on the bottom!
“LOOK!” I yelled again. Most of the people didn’t know what I was talking about because standing on the south side of the house, the house, was blocking their view.
Aryn continued to walk toward me with a serious look on her face.
At that moment, the closest plane inverted 180 deg. to a level position, and pulled straight up, continuing to roll backward. I didn’t see the second plane but I assumed that it was doing the same. Then I saw a blinding brightness of the landing lights on the plane.
“Oh shit!” I whispered.

I looked at the house and noticed that there were short shovels leaning against the porch.
“Aryn, get the shovels, HURRY!”
She knew that I was serious and ran to the porch, grabbed the three shovels and ran back to me. I was moving toward the incline. She dropped the shovels at the edge of the incline and I immediately grabbed one and threw it back to her.
“Come with me, NOW!”
We slid over the edge and got stopped about 15 feet down. She looked up and saw the plane and the landing lights headed straight for this area. There was no further communication necessary. She was digging as fast as me. If we could dig even the smallest hole back into the bank it might shield us from the #explosion. I heard another odd sound and paused for a second to look at the sky.
Wwwhhheeewww! Wwwwhhheeewww!
“#Meteor Shower, thousands!”
The plane got closer and closer. The ground was bright as day. The engines were screaming like they were trying to stop in midair. The meteors streaked to the Earth.

I woke up… and rolled over in the bed.
“Whoo!” I wiped the perspiration from my forehead.
“Aryn, wake up. I had another one.”
“We were driving down this country road to a party.”

(Dreamed this about 2004)

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Share your dreams! The KoKo Plant.

  The KoKo Plant

     I was walking through the woods and noticed a dog ahead of me sitting on the ground.
“It was KoKo”! She looks hurt.
I walked over to her to find that she was buried from the shoulders down in the ground. Something didn’t look right. Her eyes were seeing me but not moving and focusing as fast as they normally did.
“How did you get buried in the dirt”? I said to her.
She turned her head away from me as I rubbed her ears.
“Something weird here”?
I was starting to get concerned and reached down to the side of her head and raised her lip. She had her normal white teeth. Her eyes slowly moved down to see what I was doing. The ground around her had not been disturbed, and leaves had drifted against her body. I started poking around in the dirt to see how deeply she was buried.
“What the Hell!” I started digging with both hands trying to find her legs as she watched me in silence.
After getting a ditch dug all around her I realized there was no biological body below the dirt.
“What has happened to you girl?”
I grabbed her shoulders and gently lifted her out of the ground.
   “ROOTS! She has roots!” I said in confusion
She continued watching me and acted as if she felt no pain.
I wrapped moist dirt and leaves around her roots, gently held it all together in my arms, and slowly walked back to the house.
When she saw the house come into view she tilted her head back and licked my face. I found a towel, wrapped the roots, and set her in the kitchen sink while I hunted for the right sized flower pot.
“That one’s nice. It is not to heavy and has handles on two sides”
I planted her in it with some premium potting soil, and set her by the patio door. I heard a tiny growl.
“Oh yeah girl! There are your squirrels!”
“Woof… Woof!”
Later on that evening I moved her over by the couch while we were watching TV.
“Here’s a potato chip KoKo.”
“Crunch, Crunch, Crunch.”
I poured my melted ice into her pot.
“Bedtime!” I said as usual.
I saw her ears tweak up so I picked her pot up and set it in the middle of the bed, and went to sleep.

ADBanyan

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Share your dreams! The Underground Ocean

Underground Ocean

We had been sailing on the ocean and came into a marina area that was different from anything I had seen before. This island, from the side I was approaching, looked more like a stone quarry. All of the mountain sides had been cut, with sharp corners. Even the area that had a floating marina affixed to it, had sheer cut edges. We sailed slowly toward the docks as we looked up at the mountains. There was a serpentine road that had been cut into the mountain, and as we approached, we could see a fuel truck downshifting as he slowly descended the incline. His motor revved as the driver carefully watched the road ahead.

With the sails now furled, we backed into a slip and tied ourselves off. Before I shut down the diesel I noticed that the depth meter showed 85 feet below the dock. I adjusted the spring line and stood waiting for a dock boy to greet us. The VHF remained silent as we stood beside the boat. I didn’t see a customs office or even a sign with the ports name. I went back on deck and yelled below.

“Shut it all down, and prepare to lock it up!”

“Already started!” she replied.

We walked to the office noticing that the only other boat on the docks was a small fishing boat that was unoccupied. The marina office was a weather-beaten collection of boards that had been nailed together over a long period of time. Many appeared to have been pulled from the ocean as driftwood. There was a small window air conditioner behind the desk chair that rattled loudly as it kicked on and off. We enjoyed the cool air as we waited for recognition. Finally I heard a loud metallic sound from behind the office and decided to investigate.

“HEY! I have a boat on your dock!” I said to the man watching the truck fill his fuel tank.”

I walked over and stood beside him. “Where is Customs?”

“Other side of the island. Don’t worry about it! Nobody else does! Sign in to the book on my desk, and we’ll square up later!”

“Okay!”

I walked back into the office and signed us in along with the name of my boat.

“Come on! Let’s take a walk.” I took her hand and we walked up the steep incline leading up the mountain. First it went east, and then after a 90 deg. turn it inclined west for a long climb.  It leveled out a couple hundred feet above the marina, and built into a crag in the mountain, was a small carry out with room to park two or three cars. We went inside and bought two ice cream cups and sat on his front porch while we ate. It felt strange-looking down the mountain at our floating home tied to the side of such a freak of nature. We bought two bottles of water and continued our trek up the road. At one point, the road turned to south-west and cut into a valley. After another half hour, we came to a train track. We stood looking at the tracks crossing the road. They seemed to go out onto the visible edge and disappear into the air. Maybe there was an earth quake, or maybe it was used to move cut stone. The stone that remained didn’t look like anything special. Chalky white with light brown streaks running through it. It felt hard like glass, and would easily cut us if we had tried to walk off of the road.

We decided to follow the train track and see where it went. It continued through valleys and cut away areas that went further than we had time to explore. In the shadow of the cut away in the rock, was a small opening. I looked inside as my first mate stood on the tracks in case I would be yanked inside by a monster.

“Yello!” I yelled into the hole. It echoed over and over as my eyes adjusted. I squeezed into the crack and felt the pressure against my chest as I wiggled to continue. I stepped into the cavern and the light from outside lit the vastness I had discovered. I stood with my back to the wall as I tried to see more. I picked up a few loose rocks and threw them to estimate the size. One rock hit water. I threw another very hard… and it too hit water. Finally I went back to the opening and climbed back into the sunlight.

“This is very cool! But we must return tomorrow morning with lights and some snorkel gear.”

By the time we got back to the boat, our downhill muscles were screaming. My toes felt like they were going to smash their way through the tips of my shoes. While I paid the dock fee for two nights, my first mate started supper on the boat.

Just before dark, we took a swim around the boat and returned to message each other’s leg muscles. As we sat in the cockpit after dark, the silence was eerie. Everyone had gone home, and we were the only humans on this end of the island. There were all sorts of strange sounds from the mountain that carried in the manmade acoustics like a loud-speaker.

*****

              We caught a ride up the mountain and hopped off the back, at the railroad tracks. The truck was climbing the mountain so slow in low gear, that he didn’t even slow down as we hopped off. Our dive gear was in bags, along with two large d-cell lanterns. I had also brought my dive knife and scuba flashlight.  We carried it all down the railroad tracks that seemed to descend into the valley ahead. This morning, the entrance that we found was completely illuminated by the sun. I went in, and she pushed all of gear through the crack in the stone and squeezed in afterwards. We let the equipment lie while we carried the lanterns to explore the cave. We stood in a cavern approximately 300’ wide, two stories tall, and looked down into a hole with a small lake in the bottom. The lake covered 2/3 of the interior floor. We got our bags and carefully climbed down to the water’s edge. From here, the cavern seemed completely lit up by the beam of light from the sun. The water was cold but crystal clear. We sat a lantern on each end of the lake and started putting on our snorkel gear. The rock was slippery from erosion, and I started sliding and decided to call it a graceful entrance. She followed me with a scream as she slid in on her tummy.

We relaxed our breathing and calmly snorkeled around the perimeter. It was like swimming in an aquarium. It was the clearest water I have ever seen. I turned on my flashlight and aimed it to the bottom as we both looked into the abyss. There was no bottom? About then, a large eel swam past me and inspected my first mate before returning to the darkness. From the sides we started noticing much more marine life. Some fish were huge, and there was even a medium size shark that fortunately wasn’t interested in us. I figured at first that this pool… was fresh water runoff from the mountains, but in fact, I could taste a bit of salt in the water and the majority of the marine species we saw, was salt water creatures. Most of the time we just hovered on the surface and watched. The more our eyes became acclimated, the more we saw. At last I held my flashlight out in front of me and did a jack-knife dive. I went straight down until my ears popped the second time and could still not see the bottom. I did however stay neutrally buoyant long enough to look up at the surface. The sun still shot beams across the water and there seemed to be thousands of animals between here… and there. My lungs began to hurt and I remembered that I have to breathe. I ascended slowly watching the amazing show as I went, with the flashlight turned off. At about fifteen feet, I saw a creature that I had never seen before. It came toward me and then moved away quickly. I suggested to my partner that we do the same, and we climbed from the pit like a couple of drunken sailors. Our wetness increased the skill level of trying to stand on this polished rock.

It was noon, and the road was hot. There was no traffic, and after stopping for another ice cream, we walked all the way to the bottom. As we walked, I described all of the things I saw from below.

“I’m glad you didn’t tell me until now!” she said.

After lunch on the boat, we sat around and talked to the guys on the fishing boat. We told them the story and even where we had found it.

“We have lived here all of our lives, our fathers worked on the mining crews that cut away that stone. I don’t know what you saw, but there is no caves with fish in them here.”

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“What About Jenny?”

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What about Jenny?

It was dark and cold. The wind howled through the trees as the fabric of the tent fluttered and popped. I was alone and knew that Jenny was also alone in her tent not 100 feet away. I couldn’t sleep. Too much danger. Too much… alone.
I slid back into my sleeping bag and felt my body heat start to generate warmth against the loosely quilted goose down.

I was glad now that I had brought the roll of foil bubble wrap and flattened it under the sleeping bag. I relaxed onto my side with my back toward the nylon. I felt something pushing against my shoulder. It bumped against me over and over. I slowly pulled my hand from the sleeping bag and pushed against the nylon tent. IT PUSHED BACK… AGAINST MY HAND… SHIT!

I jumped back and watched it push into the side of the tent. I hit it with the open palm of my hand. I heard scuffling outside… and then… just the sound of the fluttering tent. I pulled the sleeping bag up to my neck. The warmth felt good, in fact, there was sweat on my forehead. I dared not close my eyes as I continued staring at the side of the tent for the next attack. A bear? Yes, a bear. They have been seen in these mountains. What of Jenny? The bear could have taken her? With the sounds of the tent and the wind, I may not have even heard her scream?

I crawled from the sleeping bag, toward the zippered door. A sudden strong gust blew the side of the tent against me. I pushed my hands against the side to keep it from tearing from the ground. IT PUSHED AGAINST MY HAND! I pounded against it with my fist! IT PUSHED BACK OVER AND OVER! As I changed hands it bumped the other. Once, I hit its teeth with my knuckle. Then it went away.

I sat and waited listening for sounds of movement outside. Only the wind… and the fluttering of the tent. I was shaking. Partially from the freezing cold… and maybe the thought of becoming a bears snack. I slowly reached across and found the tab of the door zipper in the darkness. I had to know what was out there, and if Jenny’s tent was still standing. I slowly slid it up about six inches… ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz!

A black nose and white teeth squeezed through the tiny opening. “AAAAaahhh! I jumped against the back of the tent almost taking it down. The head raised quickly as the zipper continued to open. A large German Shepherd leapt across the tent and laid on my sleeping bag. It wagged its tail as if asking to stay. After I caught my breath, I pulled the zipper back down, and focused the battery lamp on the dog. It laid its head down and looked up at me as if showing submission.

“You’ll have to sleep at the bottom! Move over!” I climbed back into the sleeping bag and rested my hand on the big dog. At various times through the night, she licked my hand.

In the morning I made instant oats on my small alcohol burner, and shared dried beef with the dog in the warmth of the tent. I packed everything into my back pack and went outside to drop the tent. It had snowed last night after I went to sleep, and the mountain was silent in an odd sort of way. As I walked down the mountain the dog stayed right behind me. The only sounds was the crunching of the snow, an occasional snap of a stick, and the heavy breathing of the dog.

We got down the mountain to where we were seeing green again and the snow had turned to mud and weeds. We stopped to rest on a fallen tree, and again shared my dried beef. She watched my facial expressions as she wagged her tail.

Alex Banyan

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