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It happened again. I awoke in the [forest], [naked], [dirty], [alone], no [memory] of how I had been transported there from the quiet confines of my [bedroom]. Something was in my hand, a [strip] of [cloth], [blue], [satin], obviously torn from a [dress].

It had begun two months ago, a [nighttime] [walk] in the [woods] on the [edge] of the [glen]. Whatever had possessed me to blaze that nocturnal path, I do not know, but I remember suddenly being overcome with a sense of a presence, of something watching me, tracking my every move.... I heard a [twig] snap, a rustling of leaves behind me -- I could not help but to run, and as I ran, crashing headling through the brush with a powerfully pounding heart, it seemed as though the very [bramble]s themselves were reaching toward me, intent upon slowing my flight and insuring my capture by whatever followed. At last I burst from the woods and into the glen, illuminated by the fullness of the [moon]. I turned to confront whatever fell [beast] might be chasing me, but saw nothing.

It was only upon my return home that I realized how scratched up I'd gotten myself, dashing through the bushes like that. [Nick]s and [scratch]es adorned my [face], [arms], and [legs], and even my [clothing] had been cut through in a few places. Streaks of [blood] mingled with a few lines of sticky [sap] and particles of greenery. How silly I'd been, I thought with a half a [laugh]. Why, there'd been no other [animal] around to raise my hackles in those woods, nothing there at all but trees and bushes. And obviously I couldn't have been chased by a [plant].

But then last month, after each day of the full moon, I had found myself in the glen again, bereft of clothes and with no idea of how I'd gotten there. As I made my way back to my house, thankful that I could plan my path to avoid others viewing my nakedness, vague memories of a [dream] remained, of running through the woods with a feeling of bliss, not fear, of coming to a standstill and of [meditation] on that experience for pleasant hours, in [communion] with [nature] all around.

And then there was last night, the same but for the added twist of another person running through my dream, a beautiful woman in a blue dress. In my dream, I had reached out to her, desiring to help her, to calm her, but she had just scraped against me as she ran past, and I could do nothing, rooted to the ground as I was....


It happened again -- I awoke in the forest, naked and dirty. But this time, there was a beautiful woman with me, in just the same state....


For [FloraQuest 2011: If We Cantelope, Lettuce Marry!|FloraQuest 2011]