Post by Leels on Mar 4, 2020 13:37:49 GMT -5
Dear Journal,
March 4, 2020
I had a nightmare about Suicide Forest. And no, it isn't the Suicide Forest that Logan Paul went in and pissed off the entire world. This forest was entirely different. For starters, it was located in Michigan. And it was a popular tourist attraction. It all started when I was bored on a Saturday and was looking for something to do with Naomi. I looked on Google to find local events happening that day and I found several articles about Suicide Forest. I glanced over them and did not click on the links because I didn't want to know what this forest was about and didn't want to go because she almost did commit suicide successfully. I just texted her and told her that there's nothing to do and that night I tried to go to bed. But I couldn't. I laid up at night wondering about this forest. It was so beautiful in the picture I saw in the results. All the trees seemed to glow. I'd wondered what lighting they'd used to make them appear that way.
In the dream, my mom owned another house relatively close to this one and she was going over there quite often and trying to fix it up and live in it so that we wouldn't bother her and she wouldn't bother us. I'd never been to this house, but I knew where it is. I'd never had a desire to be there. But, since I couldn't get my mind off of the Suicide Forest, I got up and went for a walk. I needed to be with my mom. I felt she was the only person available to help me with these thoughts and I knew she was awake. It was a clear sky and I could see my breath.
I finally got up to the house. It was an extraordinarily large house with what looked like 3 floors and a basement. It was white, square, haunted looking and needed a lot of work. Paint was peeling, siding needed to be redone. The doors on the place were as old as our great ancestors. Mom had the light on in what appeared to be the kitchen. I saw the yellow glow from the side of the house. I decided to go in through the back door, therefore walking towards the rear of the house. However, when I got there, I noticed something in the near distance of the house. It was so beautiful. A bundle of trees were glowing a bright icy blue. My entire body, already cold, seemed to drop in temperature. My heart was racing as I thought, "How is it possible that my mother bought Suicide Forest and doesn't even know about it?" I stood for several moments before heading inside.
I opened the screen door and put my hand on the dark brown doorknob and forced open the door. There was white tile on the floor, much like the tile we have in our house. I walked down the aisle-way and noticed a pink rug in another room on my way to the kitchen. When I got to my mom, she seemed unbearably happy. It was as if she could not stop smiling. Her smile was infectious and I daresay, toxic. She was wearing an old red shirt and a pair of khakis with her black house slippers.
I asked, "Did you know anything about the forest outside?"
She said, "Oh yes. It's a very popular attraction. I bought a large amount of land and we actually own a large portion of this forest," she glanced at the window, "Ah. It's always the prettiest in this type of setting. When there are no city lights around and when the sky is crystal clear."
She walked me over to the back door and we exited the house towards the forest. There, I could see the icy blue trees up close. There were bare birch trees, pine trees and hardly developed oak trees. Their glow was intoxicatingly bright. I could not keep my eyes off the trees. It was as if the forest had burrowed itself into the crooks of my eyes and refused to let go. There was something else about the trees; every single one of them had a thick layer of ice on them.
My mother spoke, "This is called Suicide Forest. But, not for the reason you think. It is a memorial of all the people whom have committed suicide and is also an honor to all those whom survived suicidal thoughts and tendencies. It is said that the glow emits from all the lives that have ever committed suicide and it is their way of telling others that life is worth living for."
She went on and told me that the forest only glows at night and that the trees are normal in the daytime. They don't stay frozen in the daytime either. I thought it was incredible. I spent the night 2 days in a row so that I could be with the forest. But for those days, the forest did not glow in the way I'd seen the night before. City lights bothered the glow and clouds in the sky made it a dull sparkle. I went out there, saddened at the fact that I wasn't blessed to see these trees at their full potential. But, I walked in the forest path anyhow. Then, in the middle of my lonesome, I began hearing names whispered to me. Uncle Dennis. Grandma David. Mandy Hudson. Dakota Carlson... etc. The whispers became so loud that I began running around the forest as if it were a racetrack. I knew that every name being put into my head was a blood relative or someone I'd once cared about deeply.
While running, I cried because I could not see the glow. How could the forest do this to me? Curse me from not seeing the beauty? That's all I cared about - seeing the glow of many passed telling me that life is worth living. I needed to see it. It would not leave my mind. It was so beautiful. So beautiful that I never wanted to look at anything else in my entire life. All I wanted was the mesmerizing Suicide Forest taking my soul away. Leaving me high and dry. I desired to live there. Never to leave. Never to see the light of day because the feeling I got when I saw that glow was the best feeling I would ever have in my entire life. I had taken one puff and was addicted within seconds of introduction.
I woke sweating the bed. My neck, half my back and underneath my breasts were drenched. I have not been able to stop thinking about this forest. This scenario is quite frightening to me. How could I be addicted to something so quickly, so rampantly, so incoherently that I lose track of who I am. The thought that I would be willing to give my entire life to this forest leaves me feeling unsound. And the most deadening thing about this dream is that I still cannot cease thinking about this forest. Its vibe, drastically pulling me in. The wind making me stay with each graze upon my skin.
March 4, 2020
I had a nightmare about Suicide Forest. And no, it isn't the Suicide Forest that Logan Paul went in and pissed off the entire world. This forest was entirely different. For starters, it was located in Michigan. And it was a popular tourist attraction. It all started when I was bored on a Saturday and was looking for something to do with Naomi. I looked on Google to find local events happening that day and I found several articles about Suicide Forest. I glanced over them and did not click on the links because I didn't want to know what this forest was about and didn't want to go because she almost did commit suicide successfully. I just texted her and told her that there's nothing to do and that night I tried to go to bed. But I couldn't. I laid up at night wondering about this forest. It was so beautiful in the picture I saw in the results. All the trees seemed to glow. I'd wondered what lighting they'd used to make them appear that way.
In the dream, my mom owned another house relatively close to this one and she was going over there quite often and trying to fix it up and live in it so that we wouldn't bother her and she wouldn't bother us. I'd never been to this house, but I knew where it is. I'd never had a desire to be there. But, since I couldn't get my mind off of the Suicide Forest, I got up and went for a walk. I needed to be with my mom. I felt she was the only person available to help me with these thoughts and I knew she was awake. It was a clear sky and I could see my breath.
I finally got up to the house. It was an extraordinarily large house with what looked like 3 floors and a basement. It was white, square, haunted looking and needed a lot of work. Paint was peeling, siding needed to be redone. The doors on the place were as old as our great ancestors. Mom had the light on in what appeared to be the kitchen. I saw the yellow glow from the side of the house. I decided to go in through the back door, therefore walking towards the rear of the house. However, when I got there, I noticed something in the near distance of the house. It was so beautiful. A bundle of trees were glowing a bright icy blue. My entire body, already cold, seemed to drop in temperature. My heart was racing as I thought, "How is it possible that my mother bought Suicide Forest and doesn't even know about it?" I stood for several moments before heading inside.
I opened the screen door and put my hand on the dark brown doorknob and forced open the door. There was white tile on the floor, much like the tile we have in our house. I walked down the aisle-way and noticed a pink rug in another room on my way to the kitchen. When I got to my mom, she seemed unbearably happy. It was as if she could not stop smiling. Her smile was infectious and I daresay, toxic. She was wearing an old red shirt and a pair of khakis with her black house slippers.
I asked, "Did you know anything about the forest outside?"
She said, "Oh yes. It's a very popular attraction. I bought a large amount of land and we actually own a large portion of this forest," she glanced at the window, "Ah. It's always the prettiest in this type of setting. When there are no city lights around and when the sky is crystal clear."
She walked me over to the back door and we exited the house towards the forest. There, I could see the icy blue trees up close. There were bare birch trees, pine trees and hardly developed oak trees. Their glow was intoxicatingly bright. I could not keep my eyes off the trees. It was as if the forest had burrowed itself into the crooks of my eyes and refused to let go. There was something else about the trees; every single one of them had a thick layer of ice on them.
My mother spoke, "This is called Suicide Forest. But, not for the reason you think. It is a memorial of all the people whom have committed suicide and is also an honor to all those whom survived suicidal thoughts and tendencies. It is said that the glow emits from all the lives that have ever committed suicide and it is their way of telling others that life is worth living for."
She went on and told me that the forest only glows at night and that the trees are normal in the daytime. They don't stay frozen in the daytime either. I thought it was incredible. I spent the night 2 days in a row so that I could be with the forest. But for those days, the forest did not glow in the way I'd seen the night before. City lights bothered the glow and clouds in the sky made it a dull sparkle. I went out there, saddened at the fact that I wasn't blessed to see these trees at their full potential. But, I walked in the forest path anyhow. Then, in the middle of my lonesome, I began hearing names whispered to me. Uncle Dennis. Grandma David. Mandy Hudson. Dakota Carlson... etc. The whispers became so loud that I began running around the forest as if it were a racetrack. I knew that every name being put into my head was a blood relative or someone I'd once cared about deeply.
While running, I cried because I could not see the glow. How could the forest do this to me? Curse me from not seeing the beauty? That's all I cared about - seeing the glow of many passed telling me that life is worth living. I needed to see it. It would not leave my mind. It was so beautiful. So beautiful that I never wanted to look at anything else in my entire life. All I wanted was the mesmerizing Suicide Forest taking my soul away. Leaving me high and dry. I desired to live there. Never to leave. Never to see the light of day because the feeling I got when I saw that glow was the best feeling I would ever have in my entire life. I had taken one puff and was addicted within seconds of introduction.
I woke sweating the bed. My neck, half my back and underneath my breasts were drenched. I have not been able to stop thinking about this forest. This scenario is quite frightening to me. How could I be addicted to something so quickly, so rampantly, so incoherently that I lose track of who I am. The thought that I would be willing to give my entire life to this forest leaves me feeling unsound. And the most deadening thing about this dream is that I still cannot cease thinking about this forest. Its vibe, drastically pulling me in. The wind making me stay with each graze upon my skin.