Dream Journal
I was walking on a path through the woods with five or six others. We came to a clearing in the middle of nowhere. It looked to be a reasonably well-kept piece of property that was surrounded by a low fence. The path passed directly below the clearing. We stopped at the gate and peered in: the ground sloped up from the gate.
Melissa walked through the gate and I followed. Standing in the center of the small field, I saw an old bald man at the very top of a spruce tree watching us. I looked at Melissa but could tell she hadn’t seen him; I looked back and he was gone.
The man’s appearance and disappearance worried me. I physically pulled Melissa back through the gate and onto the path. I knew that if we had stayed in the field any longer that man would have kept us prisoner.
I convinced the group to move on before someone else went through the gate. That piece of land was haunted.
Themes: Melissa