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A Dream Report

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Horizon_Bloom

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I'm in the mood to write up some trip reports today, and I thought I would start with a dream I had a couple nights ago.

One of the things that drew me to this forum was the sometimes weird, often enlightening discussions on "not drugs" or, rather, active substances in plants that people often overlook (elemicin, cinnamalourine, space paste, etc).

Most recently, I decided to take up some of the experimentation that 69ron was doing with sassafras (the plant, not the bunk MDA people sell). I read forum posts of his here and elsewhere on the subject for months, until finally my curiosity peaked to the point of overwhelming. I detailed my first attempt in the thread Sassafras Test. After my initial test with tea, I decided to take a brake before trying again.

Part of the information I came across, though, while researching Sassfras, was that a mostly lost part of my cultural heritage was deeply connected with the entheogenic and medicinal use by Iroquois Nation tribes. I have a Heritage of Algonquin and Iroquois, but that part of my family is inaccessible to me.

Anyway, I had brushed all that aside after my initial test and didn't really think much of it. Then two nights ago, I had a dream regarding Sassafras, which others experimenting with the plant seemed to also commonly experience.

In my dream, I was sitting around a medium sized campfire in the dead of night, surrounded by dense woods. The fire pit was a classic stone ringed dugout. To my left sat a friend of mine, or that was the impression I had. I didn't recognize him, and my memory of his face seems distorted. We're sitting on leveled slabs of petrified logs that surround the campfire, talking and laughing, when we hear a rustling in the woods off to my right. Another 'friend' of mine comes out of the forest thicket and greets us, sitting down on one of the slabs to my right, as we encircle the intense orange yellow campfire.

"Oh, I got you something," says the newly arrived friend, as he fishes something out of his backpack- a green leafy mass wrapped around something. As he unfurls the leaf, I notice the distinct 3 leaf pattern of mature Sassafras. In the center of the leaf is something, but I can't tell what. My friend just sits there, leaning towards me with this leaf hanging over the fingers of his outstretched hand. I still can't tell what's there- it's like like a shadow of something in the center of the leaf.

That's all I remember.
 
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