Dahnmon’s Fantastic Dream

PrefaceThis is a tall tale or is it? Can a man journey back in time with his sub-conscience?You will see a true account about the nature of our Native Americans. I tell the tale in fiction but use facts as to how they relate to the tale.There is a Town Hill where once an Indian village stood. There is a County named Tazewell in Virginia, where a great river starts. Go back with the Colonel as he tells this tale of back to the Indians in a fantastic dream.My TranscendingI live in the twenty-first century with all the marvels of electronics and speeding automobiles.I live a modern life with the exception that I love to read and do research on the past. I have often wondered what it would be like to go back in time and see our country in its virgin state. I always wanted to see how our Native Americans lived and how it all fit together. I wonder what they thought when they saw the first paleface in their world.I had been having trouble sleeping so I had my doctor prescribe me some sleeping pills. After a busy day I had supper, watched a little television. I took my new sleeping pills and headed off to bed. After tossing and turning for about a minute I was out like a light. An incredible thing happened next; I was transcended back in time to the deep woods of western Virginia to around 1600.I looked around at all the great beauty of the land and vegetation about me. The whole area was covered with a great canopy of trees. I could hardly phantom the site as I gazed upon this great beauty. The sun’s rays crisscrossed through the high branches to create lumens’ of heavenly light. I noticed the size of the tree trunks and guessed that most had to be 30 to 40 feet in circumference. I noticed that the woods floor was mostly clear of brush and that numerous trails crossed the vast woodland. I heard many sounds as the birds and animals communicated with each other.I looked at myself and even pinched my arm to see if it was me standing there taking it all in. Ouch! It was me, but how I got here I cannot imagine.I looked at my wrist watch to see the time. According to my watch it was 3:05, but what day, month and year I had no idea. I had on my denim shorts, sport shoes and short ankle socks. I had on an old blue 'T' shirt with the words, 'Richlands High School.' on it. This was the high school I attended back in the 1960’s.