Did I Take a Trip to the Fairy Realm?

I had an unusual night.
I was sleeping in my tent in a bamboo forest.
At some point I woke up because I heard something moving inside the tent.
I assumed it was a raccoon or a possum and that I must have left the tent unzipped.
I grabbed my stick and clicked on a flashlight.
There was a young Asian girl, toddler-sized, standing there staring at me.
She was wearing a blue dress with yellow polka-dots.
"Where the hell did you come from?"
She waved a hand and just lay back down and fell right back to sleep and into a very strange, vivid dream.
I was in a very earthy interior. All wood and stone.
Two women, one a small Asian with thick round glasses that magnified her eyes, and one taller white woman with curly dark hair, lead me to what appeared to be a massage table. They were wearing white lab coats and blue scrubs.
I undressed and got on the table, face down expecting a back massage.
They felt around on my body, pressing gently from one end to the other.
It was pleasant, but not what I was expecting.
After a time I was told I was free to leave.
As I was walking out the Asian woman said "You know we love you very much."
I woke up as I exited the room. It was after 9 a.m. I never sleep that late.
My tent had a rip a couple of feet long along the base and the place was ransacked.
All of my food supply was dumped outside on the ground.
The only things that had been eaten were sweets.
Don't really know quite what to make of it.
I did just take note that the date was 6-7-19. 23 is at it again.

a reply to: Homefree

why no pictures of the tent and the ransacking?

Sounds like a neat story, but, my hunch is thats all it is.

nice change none the less

originally posted by: SailorJerry
a reply to: Homefree

why no pictures of the tent and the ransacking?

Sounds like a neat story, but, my hunch is thats all it is.

nice change none the less

I don't have a phone or a camera.
Strange as that may sound in this day and age.
I don't even have a computer or television.
I go to the public library to get online.

a reply to: Homefree

Sounds similar to an alien abduction.

Not knowing anything about you and just reading a story over the internet, my guesses are:

1. You drank too much.
2. You were sedated and robbed, or sedated and given a message to leave the area.
3. You were given some hallucinogenic substance unknowingly. Visit any bar before going to sleep?
4. You're really, really in need of a massage.

Given your minimalist lifestyle it probably allows your mind more peace. This peace of mind likely allowed these sentient forces to communicate with you in ethereal planes. The hustle and bustle of the world definitely disallows most people to perceive these subtle, yet very real energies. Next time if you can remember, simply ask them if they know Jesus, it will show if they are malevolent or benevolent.

Looking forward to my weekend camping trip



Great story.

a reply to: Homefree

Yes.
You should have left an offering of sweets outside of your tent.
Hope you can fix your tent.

Interesting dream/story.
Very similar to many abduction stories.
S&F

a reply to: Balans

4. You're really, really in need of a massage.

I'd have rolled over and asked for my happy ending.

originally posted by: pthena
a reply to: Homefree

Yes.
You should have left an offering of sweets outside of your tent.
Hope you can fix your tent.

I've heard there are cultures in South America that leave a shot of liquor and a pinch of tobacco to appease the wee-folk and be spared of their shenanigans.
My tent is fixed.
Not much that duck-tape can't patch.
I may start leaving a nice cigar, a shot of moonshine, and a candy bar up the trail.
It really wasn't an unpleasant experience.
Actually, nice at times.
Just very confusing when I came back to "normal" awareness.

a reply to: Homefree

I’m going with..... you made this all up.

originally posted by: butcherguy
a reply to: Balans

4. You're really, really in need of a massage.

I'd have rolled over and asked for my happy ending.

Check the Adam’s apple first...

a reply to: Homefree

Dude you think you had an effed dream last night?!

I woke up at midnight and actually wrote down wtf I dreamt and my god...

I was in Edmonton Alberta - a city ive actually only been in 4 times, 3 of which were just the airport.

Infidelity - my wife openly cheating on me with a male nurse.

I walked into my apartment - with about 15 friends and family, even my wife and her boyfriend, and laying in a bed is a toddler i have never seen before. But she called me daddy and told me she loved me very much.

I wailed on the male nurse and the police were called. No matter how hard I hit him he wouldn't even acknowledge it.

30 miniature blimps - all multicolored. 2 of which crashed into the apartment building and 5 criminals ransacked my apartment, all the while the 15 people in there already didn't do anything.

I tried to stop them but got myself stuck in the wooden frame of a shed. One of my friends had to break me out.

I pursued the gang that robbed me in a Tesla, with 4 passengers all eager to do damage to the perps.
I get a flat, pull over and an old Arab man comes up asked if we needed help. He opened the door to the car and shot me in the stomach and dumped me on the ground. He pulled the passengers out and piled them on top of me saying Ill live and to put pressure on the bleeding.
Next thing I know I'm walking out of the hospital and family members I haven't seen in over 20 years were there. Including a cousin with her child - who was an old woman about a foot tall.

I wish I went to fairly land last night.
Instead, I woke up in a dark room thinking I was still in the hospital because it felt too damn real.
Once I realized it was a dream, I sat up and wrote out the whole thing before I forgot it...
Too weird.

originally posted by: Woodcarver
a reply to: Homefree

I’m going with..... you made this all up.

That would be interesting in and of itself.
Maybe I was raided by a coon that injected me with some dimethyl triptamine.
Maybe I need to sell some film rights so I can buy a new tent and a camera for verifying facts.
But, really...what would pictures of a torn up tent and a bunch of empty candy wrappers prove?

originally posted by: Homefree

originally posted by: Woodcarver
a reply to: Homefree

I’m going with..... you made this all up.

That would be interesting in and of itself.
Maybe I was raided by a coon that injected me with some dimethyl triptamine.
Maybe I need to sell some film rights so I can buy a new tent and a camera for verifying facts.
But, really...what would pictures of a torn up tent and a bunch of empty candy wrappers prove?

No, no it wouldn’t. No one cares about the stories you make up to make yourself seem interesting. We all see your pleas for attention and just think they are sad. Go to school and get an education so you don’t end up living in a tent full time and #ting in the streets.

Stay off the drugs. They actually make you less interesting

originally posted by: Woodcarver

originally posted by: Homefree

originally posted by: Woodcarver
a reply to: Homefree

I’m going with..... you made this all up.

That would be interesting in and of itself.
Maybe I was raided by a coon that injected me with some dimethyl triptamine.
Maybe I need to sell some film rights so I can buy a new tent and a camera for verifying facts.
But, really...what would pictures of a torn up tent and a bunch of empty candy wrappers prove?

No, no it wouldn’t. No one cares about the stories you make up to make yourself seem interesting. We all see your pleas for attention and just think they are sad. Go to school and get an education so you don’t end up living in a tent full time and #ting in the streets.

Stay off the drugs. They actually make you less interesting

You totally nailed it.
Thanks for the hot tips.
I'll start pooping in more appropriate places than the street and go mortgage a big wooden box I wouldn't care to live in regardless of my level of wealth.
When you advise that I "go back to school," I hope that you aren't implying that I lack intelligence.
I am learning new things everyday.
As your attorney I would advise that you learn to be nice or be silent.
This isn't really the proper forum for hurling insults.
Peace.

originally posted by: Homefree

originally posted by: Woodcarver

originally posted by: Homefree

originally posted by: Woodcarver
a reply to: Homefree

I’m going with..... you made this all up.

That would be interesting in and of itself.
Maybe I was raided by a coon that injected me with some dimethyl triptamine.
Maybe I need to sell some film rights so I can buy a new tent and a camera for verifying facts.
But, really...what would pictures of a torn up tent and a bunch of empty candy wrappers prove?

No, no it wouldn’t. No one cares about the stories you make up to make yourself seem interesting. We all see your pleas for attention and just think they are sad. Go to school and get an education so you don’t end up living in a tent full time and #ting in the streets.

Stay off the drugs. They actually make you less interesting

You totally nailed it.
Thanks for the hot tips.
I'll start pooping in more appropriate places than the street and go mortgage a big wooden box I wouldn't care to live in regardless of my level of wealth.
When you advise that I "go back to school," I hope that you aren't implying that I lack intelligence.
I am learning new things everyday.
As your attorney I would advise that you learn to be nice or be silent.
This isn't really the proper forum for hurling insults.
Peace.

Intelligence and education are two totally separate things. If you were intelligent you would understand that.

This form is also not for creative writing

a reply to: Woodcarver

I believe him.

Just because you are disconnected from the other dimensions — doesn’t mean they don’t exist.

His experience is identical in many ways to thousands of other documented accounts.

Idk, did you wake up with designer clothes on and your hair style faaab-u-lous?


Cool story, there's a bunch of crazy stories like this on the net too.