DREAMS OF SPANISH GOLD MINING HUNDREDS OF YEARS AGO ON VALENTINE MOUNTAIN

 IN 1951 A LOGGING CREW NOTICED A CAVE FRESHLY OPENED BY A LANDSLIDE.

INSIDE THERE WERE SKELETONS AND THE UNIQUE SPANISH SOLDIER'S CURVED METAL HELMETS.

THE STORY IS TOLD THAT THE THE CAVE WAS NOT LOCATED AGAIN.

This is the material from the Real World that Supercharges my Dreams. In Cartoonland Dreams everything can work just great.

I am in a tunnel near the Sex Robot Factory. It is obvious that this is a Heavy Dream by how the Air fills my lungs so cool and thick.

There is only the swishing sound of fabric rubbing from my clothing sliding past itself as I walk and swing my arms. I can feel the soles of my shoes on the tunnel floor. I am so alert I can see into the gloom of side tunnels. 

Hang on, there should not be a glimmer of light in a side tunnel, abandoned when its vein of Gold played out hundreds of years ago. I walked, no worries, I am a Cartoon Caricature, even if there was a cave in, I could experience the fear of being buried alive but that is about it for possible damage.

I picked at the tiny beam of light at the back of the tunnel and rocks and soil tumbled out onto my feet. I stuck my arm in and a whole section of the back wall fell away, I could see brilliant Sunshine and a row of skeletons with the special Morion  Helmets the Spanish wore. Behind them was a view of Powell River and a Landslide.

THESE WERE DEFINITELY SPANISH ARMY DUDES OR THEY WERE ONE OF THE COMPANIES OF ADVENTURERS SEEKING A FORTUNE.

I got my brothers Benito and Pol Pot (Grassy) Cocamo and we camoflaged the entrance to the Cave and spread boughs over all signs of the landslide. No Sweat, it all went just like a Dream.