Right before I woke up this morning, I had a dream...
I dreamed that a bunch of searchers had honed in on the general area of the chest at the same time--and it was at Forrest's house. He'd planned it to happen that way, so the searchers that showed up were the ones that had the proverbial "golden ticket" and were basically left alone to wander the rooms in his house. There were just a couple rooms that were off limit--where Peggy was-- but the rest we could search while he sat in his recliner in front of the fire.
Two searchers (I don't know who they were--I did in my dream, but can't put names to them now) followed me. I didn't mind, and began thinking about the poem and which items in his home could fit the poem. I went to the room to the right of his bathroom, and there was a box in there, about the size that could hold a chest. I opened it. Inside was another box. Inside that was another box. And all the way down to a very small box. I almost didn't open it, but remembered something I'd seen in one of the photographs. I opened the box, and found a key. Not the key to the chest, but an old looking key.
I Googled "old looking key, and I found the exact key in my dream, lol:
So, anyway, I went through the poem, and these two guys following me were trying to beat me to find the treasure, pretty much destroying everything in the process. It made me sick to see them tossing things on the floor and breaking things. And they were saying things like, "If I find the chest, you're going to have to give me that key." I was like, "I'll swallow it first."
Then I saw a wicker "treasure chest." I ran over to it, and tried to lift the lid. Since it was wicker, the locked lid gave a little, and I could see inside. The real treasure chest was there, and I yelled, "I got it!" Then I used the key I found to unlock the wicker basket, then took the chest into my arms. I don't remember it feeling like 42 pounds, but it was heavy enough to cradle in both arms. I took a tiny peak inside, and everything promised seemed to be there.
Then I walked triumphantly to the kitchen where Forrest was talking to a couple of searchers--a woman and a man. The man was a well known searcher, but I don't know who it was, just that he was well known. In the dream, his name was Steve.
I walked in with the chest, announcing "I found it," and my smile quickly faded as I watched the looks on the other searcher's faces completely drain into a pale, terrible sadness.
I realized Stephanie was around, also searching, and imagined how devastated she and some others would be. Forrest noticed the realization in my expression, and said, "Come here...it's okay. Let's take this in another room and see what you have." He smiled, and I followed him, but the sick feeling in the bottom of my stomach didn't really go away. He explained each artifact and piece of gold in the chest, and as he was explaining the next steps, I woke up.
It was a very vivid dream, and as I woke up and looked at the clock, I expected it to be the usual 3:00 am. But it was 5:06, and I'd slept past my normal wake up time.
Anyway, I've dreamed of finding the treasure before, but never in such a way. I'd never dreamed of finding it in the presence of other searchers. I'd never dreamed of the impact finding the chest will undoubtedly have.
I don't think Forrest intended "worth the cold," to mean the reaction of other searchers toward the finder, but I think it certainly applies.
Hopefully, when the chest is found, the world will see that searchers are good sports, and not a bunch of lunatics threatening the finder or FF with death and lawsuits and cries of cheating and foul play.
I have been accused of cheating, and I know other well-known searchers have been accused of the same. However, I don't believe anyone can cheat, unless by hacking computers or otherwise stealing information. Those searchers I hope, are few and far between. I know they're out there, as my computer has probably been hacked once. Since then, I've installed the strongest anti-hack software you can get, although I notice attempts are still being made.
I'll just let you all know that every week or so, I take all my info off and store it on flash drives, which I cement into my wall. Lol. Part of that was a fib, but I'm very careful with what I do with the information as I learn it.
Sometimes people get upset with me posting certain information, but I don't post anything I think will lead anyone closer to solving the poem. It may help understand how the puzzle works, but I'm convinced everyone has their own ideas, and no matter what I post, most people will think it's wrong, or only partly right. What people don't understand is that I keep very secret the most important information. There are things I haven't even told James, not because I don't trust him, but because he's still got his own solve floating around in his brain. And even if he's right, I won't believe it til I see it. And if I'm right, I'm sure he feels the same way.
Because we all have more faith in our own solves than we do in anyone else's. That's human nature, and we can't escape it.
However, that being said, I purposely posted something important yesterday. But no one will believe it, no matter how plausible. At least one of the pictures is EXTREMELY important (in my solve, lol), and the answer to one of the clues. I did the work to reveal what is to be found on certain pictures, and it has nothing to do with Photoshop. You don't see the 8 on FF's forehead by playing with PS or LightRoom (or maybe you can, but that's not how I found it). I have found LightRoom to be useful though. Astree, thank you!
So I can post it without too much worry that others will catch on, because they're too embedded in their own solves.
So, where do warm waters halt? They halt at the Paperboy.
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