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Dreaming of Treasure

It was 3:25am when I woke up.  Overcome with a rush of adrenaline and disappointment at the same time.  I’m just one of many searchers who have dreamt of finding the treasure.  But why do dreams have to feel so real?  I was so close.  When I gained my composure I started thinking, how come there isn’t a blog where people post what dreams they’ve had about Forrest’s treasure? So I’ll start.  I was out in the woods searching when Fenn made his new announcement.  The chase had gone on for many, many years and by this time Forrest was bedridden writing books.  One day he must have sensed the end was near so he made another chase.  In a particular park he hid a map with the location of the chest circled.  Hundreds to thousands of people where there searching around the park.  And like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory I was the one who found the map.  I recognized the picture and where the arrow was pointing; it was a place I had passed earlier.  So I raced down the hill.  Ran across the castle (not sure where the castle came from). And saw the spot that was highlighted in front of me. So I dove into the river and swam across.  I was surprised, because when I swam up to it and got a closer look it was a sewage outlet hidden behind the over-bush. I crawled inside the sewage tunnel knowing I was really close.  It broke off into three separate paths, so I turned left.  That’s when I woke up, it was 3:25am. What was your dream(s)?

DREAM #2 (2/11/15):  Had another dream about finding the treasure last night.  In the dream I had already given up the chase and was just enjoying the visit.  It’s hard to describe, but I noticed a shrine that every one passed by.  It’s entrance was blocked off and had signs reading, “No trespassing.”  And then I remembered, “If you are brave and in the wood / No place for the meek.” So naturally I went inside.  Inside there were all sorts of equipment, tools, and artifacts.  Then suddenly, there it was sitting on a table as clear as day.  The excitement soon faded when I opened it up.  There was very little gold and jewels; just papers and tiny artifacts.  I figured others before me had already taken the gold and this is what they left.  That’s when I woke up.

The End of a Memory, The Beginning of a Memory

I guess I should begin this blog by describing the who, what, when, why and where.  My name is Erica Jorre.   A wife of 36 years to Charles Jorre.  On September 13th 2014, he lost his battle to cancer.  A retired technician he spent the majority of his days keeping dreams alive.  One of them was the Forrest Fenn treasure hunt.  He would speak to me and our two boys about it often.  “Once I figure this out, we’re getting all the kids and grandkids and we’re going to have the adventure of a lifetime,” he would say. Unfortunately, that time never came. After he pasted, my oldest Tobey said, “We should go out there and look for it.  Even if we’re wrong, we’ll do it for dad.  Maybe he knows where it is right now and he’ll guide us along.”  And so, like many others, I’m creating this blog.  So that some may read and know that life is too short.  If you have an idea for the family, no matter how silly, you have to go out there and experience it.  My two boys, their family and myself plan on going out next June to look for this grain of sand.  I have opened up the notebook my husband had made and placed pictures below:



I remember the day he told me, “I got it!”  His idea for where warm waters halt was the mountains.  I didn’t have the heart to tell him that’s actually where they begin, but the picture does paint a different story.



He once thought the punctuation in the poem was a Morse code.  He was cute like that.





Earlier ideas of where warm waters halt.



One of the places he said we would go was Bandelier National Monument.  When Forrest posted clues about the altitude of its location he thought that meant search exactly between the two.  Again, he was cute like that.



He made a map of the search area after Forrest said its past Santa Fe 8 miles (or something like that).



Maybe some of you searchers who have been at this awhile can make sense of these notes.


We’re still looking through his notebook. And figuring out which places we’ll want to go.  I’ll will post updates soon.  I know my husband is still with us.  I know he was at my son’s shoulder, whispering in his ear, convincing us to continue the treasure hunt.  As I know he’s here with me now saying, “No, you’re giving away all of my secrets!!!!”   Love you Charles.