Been having these strange recurring dreams of wilderness since adolescence, and I only get them when I’m home, (which is in the DMV area) and when I visit New England. Not sure if it’s connected, but around the same time the dreams started, I had severe Lyme disease that went to my nervous system, it wasn’t treated until I was in my early 20s. Besides the usual astral horror and spiritual chaos I’d see dreaming at the height of my illness, the woods would appear to me the most often. I still have them years later post-treatment. Each one is slightly different, but with the same overall theme and feeling:>In familiar areas around the region/neighborhood. >Everything is overgrown, the trees are absolutely massive and ancient.>Small remnants of objects and houses that are actually there, but feel irrelevant and confusing. >Fighting through thick brush, climbing rocky soil, as if I’m under the spell of an old power.>Progress is slow but I continue, wrestling with the elements. >The ancient forests and marsh are absolutely beautiful, yet I feel overwhelmed and exhausted by it. >Feel that if I stay in one spot too long, the environment will consume/overpower me. >Not a feeling of fear, more so an old primitive one. >My body is much stronger, my will and stamina is more or less equal to the natural forces, but I feel emotionally drained and isolated by the environment. Not really sure what I’m expecting to get out of this thread. In a weird spot in my life and kinda thinking about shit. Any insight/similar experience is appreciated.
>>41099579>Feel that if I stay in one spot too long, the environment will consume/overpower mestop "wresting" with it and let the feeling flow within. There is no consumption or disintegration, only an invitation for you to be receptive and an active participant. Yeah, it will be good when you allow the beauty to embrace your whole being
