It's just a side effect...

Good night, Moon....

Letterboxing is an exciting, enriching hobby, any good letterboxer will tell you that; however, they might not tell you about some of the rather odd side effects that comes with this hobby. Such as seeing an ordinary rock and thinking to oneself, if I were a letterbox I'd hide under that rock and no one would find me. There is also a far more interesting side effect one that you sneaks up on you in your sleep, dreaming of Letterboxes. Yes, letterbox dreams do happen and if you experience them do not be frightened. They are perfectly normal and can be entertaining as our two heroic letterbox adventurers found out.

~Tina's Dream~

My letterbox dream was an odd one, at least to me it seemed odd, I've never dreamt of letterboxing before and I knew this may be the first of several dreams on the subject. I don't remember many of the fine details. I knew I was at home watching TV and my favorite show was interrupted by a late breaking news flash. "This just in: A Letterbox has been found!" reported the woman reporter. "I'm told this is the location of the letterbox. Somewhere in this store the letterbox remains hidden we will keep you posted if any further developments occur." The Muggles had found out! Leave it to them to break all the rules of letterboxing and reveal the location to the whole world. I rushed to call Courtney and get a ride to the Chapel Hills Mall where the Muggles had revealed the location of the box. Courtney couldn't come in with me because she had to go to work(Really? I had to work?? Where?) but she said she'd join me later and wished me good luck.

I went into the mall using the Sears entrance on the upper level. In reality the tools and hardware are up there but I my dreams the merchandise was pots and pans, sheets and towels. There was chaos everywhere! People throwing merchandise, people tearing apart shelves and one ambitious muggle had dug a hole in the floor he didn't find anything and covered the hole with a rug. The reporter I saw on TV had now been joined by news teams from across the nation reporting the scene and all it's chaos. Apparently the letterbox itself had been found several times and replaced by crafty Letterboxers disguised as Muggles. One of these disguised Muggles was an Official Letterbox Officer in uniform he said to me, "Find the letterbox and report to me. I'll record your name in my book." I went on the hunt. Watching silly Muggles take the Letterbox Official spoons and bath towels hoping they were the actually letterbox. They weren't. The silly Muggles thought if you got your name in his book you'd win cash and prizes. The Letterboxers such as myself knew this was not the case. The notebook he carried would be the new book for a letterbox to be replanted in the spring when the Muggles had forgotten it was there. Sadly I never did find the box because I woke up.

~Courtney's Dream~

Courtney's dream was a far different dream than mine. Loaded with details and sent to me via a series of entertaining text messages. Here is her dream:
Damn, last night I was dreaming that I found two Letterboxes. I was walking home from Liberty High School because I had missed the bus. (Let me clarifiy - I had detention so that is why I missed the bus. Really one shouldn't start fights with hall closets.) On the way home, I was trying to call my mom from my tablet and it kept calling random numbers. I tried about 7 times before I  witnessed a man drive up on a motorcycle, jump off and start climbing the big tree to my right. I looked up to see what he was doing and I found the first letterbox located at the intersection of Rangewood and Divine(PS as far as I know, there is no cross street on Rangewood named Divine) up in the tree. The man was climbing up the tree and he had a knife in his teeth... as much as I wanted to see what that stamp was I needed to call my mom. I stared up in the branches and noticed the letterbox itself was a soup can tied with green yarn to three tree branches. I never did see what was in the first box as I thought it unwise to tangle with a man with a knife, and also phone call(WHY WOULDN'T IT JUST DO WHAT I TOLD IT TOO?). I figured I'd go back and get it later. I kept walking down Rangewood trying to make my phone call and my tablet kept calling my cousin Kyle. I jumped a wooden split rail fence and came up on the 7-11 and Blockbuster. The second box was behind the Blockbuster under a pyramid of rubber ducks. All of these ducks were different versions of Michael Jackson. (The top duck on the pyramid was wearing the black leather jacket from Bad...) This second box was a video cassette tape. Once I got that stamp Jermaine Jackson stepped out from behind the dumpster and told me how to re-stack the pyramid of Michael Jackson duckies correctly.  And then I woke up. (By the way, this isn't even one of my crazier dreams! I could write all about the dream I had the other day in which Tina was eaten by a teacher and I couldn't save her because I had to save my pet french fries. Yea you heard me!  ...If only the dinosaurs hadn't gotten out....) 

At this point I texted Courtney and said she really should write her dream down she replied to me saying, "I'll never write the dream down. You do it and email it to me lol." And so I have done just that and have sent this very email to her. I hope you, our devoted readers, have enjoyed this glimpse into a rather amusing side effect of letterboxing.