Chapter 8: Evergreen Grass

I dream of a land of evergreen grass, the clouds are golden, and the skies are light blue. The wind smelled of sweet familiar smells, but they were all ultimately odd.

The smells were ever-changing with a strange allure, yet all reminded me of good times. Sometimes they smelled of the very same freshly baked homemade cookies my mother used to make when I was a child.

They then smell of the same roses I gave to my wife the day I took her hand in marriage with her parent's blessings. The smell of freshly cut grass, the same grass in front of our dream home we had brought together in 1958. I was only 21 when I bought that house for our future family after I married my wife on 1955 September 2 only 14 days away from my birthday.

She may have taken our home later in the divorce just a few years ago, but I still find myself coming back to those days while thinking of the happiest times of my life.

My mind kept reminiscing about all the smells the winds had within. All the aromas were divine, yet all were fleeting.

The flowers within the evergreen grass came in every shade, but none were darker than purple. Flowers within this wonderful colorful paradise shined with a soft rainbow glow.

In the middle of this endless plain of evergreen grass with an array of beautiful flowers, stood a solitary tree.

The tree was both bigger than I and larger than anything I could ever imagine.

Chained upon what seemed to be a gigantic oak tree with golden leaves was a man.

He looked just like the men I had often seen within the church. With his white priestly outfit with golden outlines. On his neck was but a simple silver cross. The man's hair looked like gold, his face was average with his beard. His eyes were golden like the sun above the sky. 

I didn't even understand how I knew his eyes were golden like the sun above my head, but just looking at his face alone with it's closed eyes gave me all that information.

All seemed normal, it wasn't as the man was sealed upon the ever-changing tree with pure white & gold chains. They bounded his chest, legs, and arms. On the leaves of the tree, I could have sworn I saw tiny letters just like those on a page of a book.

The sky contained a ceaseless ever branching river full of rainbow bubbles. A single bubble from that massive river fell to my feet.

My eyes widened as the rainbow bubble held the same imagery my daughter had barely described to me all those years ago while she was telling me one night before she took out her masterpiece she had drawn that day all by herself. My little girl hadn't told my wife about this, or anyone else for that matter when she colored that picture that night many decades ago. She had even forgotten about it the next day after she drew me a master-class painting. No matter who I had shown the picture to they couldn't see it nor did they even remember what we were talking about later on when I tried to remind them of the conversation about the painting.

The picture showed my little girl riding on top of a giant white whale with our entire family. She was giving presents to all her stuffed toys within a land she called her teddy bear kingdom. She named herself the white whale king who ruled the land of stuffed animals and plastic dolls.

The man's eyes were still closed, so I took a step closer to examine the book below my feet that appeared out of nowhere. The title was called Principal Moss, huh... is this book about me?

I started to read the pages within its text, but the more I read about it the more fearful I grew.

[1960 January 11th, My wife just gave birth to our little girl what am I going to do.]

[1964 December 10th, I like Adam, papa is working, mama is sleepy, Adam plays games with me.]

[1965 January 19th, Papa and I are flying in the sky on Mr. Whale. Adam gave me a wonderful dream and even guided me to paint this thing for Papa. Adam just showed me a book called Principal Moss, wow papa is reading this very book in the future. HI PAPA, say hi to Mama to me and give me lots of candy.]

[1987, Tom Landry Middle School. A new year just started and this Hank Hill guy keeps giving me trouble for getting rid of the woodshop due to lack of funding. The parents and the school board only care about the grades on tests and the reading level of the students. The woodworking classes were eventually added back after this Hank guy donated a large sum of money to the school becoming a VIP of our school thanks to god knows who pulling our strings.]

[1990 February 13, I was having a strange dream in this mystical land, but something caught my eye besides the large tree and man chained up on the tree.]

[The man's eyes were still closed, so I took a step closer to examine the book below my feet that appeared out of nowhere. The title was called Principal Moss, huh... is this book about me?]

[I was his follower, he is my god. The earth needs to know of him. Yes, the church of Adam. The next savior our world desperately desires, no needs, he is the truth, he is OUR friend.]

[I took a step back before I looked around...]

I took a step back before I looked around to see if the man was awake, but I felt compelled to read more.

[Why did I act like that, no I looked ahead in the book to see myself acting abnormal, I would never act like that or pray to another God besides Jesus the Messiah. I've been a Christian all my life and my family has been going to church for ages now my faith in the lord is as strong as ever why would I.... Oh no It's too late for me...]

[Me who is reading this right now run away, save us, and get out of this NIGHTMARE BEFORE HE WAKES UP.]

I tried to flee, but I kept reading while I started crying out loud while I prayed for forgiveness. I knew what was coming, I knew I would change. I'm scared I don't want to become his puppet. I was powerless to get up and leave this Nightmare, I could only hope I was the one who was written in the book, and in the past, I got up to flee and saved us both from experiencing this special kind of hell.

While I was crying knowing this man was about to control me, I looked to the last page of the book to see I had died to women with orange eyes and white hair.

I looked upon the man once again who had been closing his eyes earlier. He was finally awake, I trembled as my mind shook. I knew what was to come, I knew of my fate, and I cried and prayed for forgiveness for what he was about to make me do.

'Adam, I'm sorry please forgive me for praying to another God' I thought while I was disgusted at my previous actions.

I was his follower, he is my god. The earth needs to know of him. Yes, the church of Adam. The next savior our world desperately desires, no needs, he is the truth, he is OUR friend.

My hair started to turn gold, my eyes turned yellow, and I suddenly gained a silver cross that adorned my neck. My body grew closer to becoming a similar existence to my lord.

The dream I was in popped as I saw an endless sea of colors in the distance with a seemingly infinite amount of bubbles flowing within its depths. I knew what each bubble was, they were a dream, a dream just like me. Let the seeds of guidance spread across this network and let them know of him, Adam.

"My high school, yes the perfect place for our new order to rise once more!" I said aloud while looking at the dreamscape before my eyes. My new life will no longer be boring, and the fun is just beginning.