Mine is a true horror story:
I am posting it to inform, with the hope that efforts and disclosures will result in better safegaurds
so that what happened to me will not happen to others.
The good is that I have resumed treasure hunting, this time with a metal detector.
Four to five decades earlier, I was inspired and became hooked on treasure hunting after spending part of an afternoon with Art Mckee at his museum (a scaled down spanish galleon) in the Florida Keys. Since I was young with more energy than common sense, I gave treasure hunting for sunken ships a go, by being towed behind my boat like cut bait searching for ballast piles of sunken ships.
The bad is that those who have deprived me of my inalienable rights: life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, though no longer in power, have yet to be held accountable for their abuse of power. None of my equipment taken has ever been returned, and I have not been compensated for resulting damage(s).
The ugly is that the needless damage cause by their abuse and excessive use of force, which was above the law is beyond repair.
The dream that I had was sureal, everything was at a forty five degree angle.
What I was dreaming seamed to be a series of snapshots of my house and yard, But something was wrong, very wrong - there was something missing. When I came around, I realized that I had vertigo
and was being treated in intensive care with antibiotics and morphine for pain as an infection had set in my left foot which had been scratched/punctured by broken glass/wood in my home while cleaning up.
It turned out that I almost lost my life, lost most of what I have worked my entire life for, including my children's heritage, needlessly. My home was broken into and equipment siezed on the possibility, I repeat possibility, that the person living in the rear studio attached to my house (seperate entrance and exit), cannot be entered through my home, which is always locked when I am away and guarded by a pit bull to commit a computer crime.
I cannot go into details in the remote possibility that I am able to find a civil rights attorney who will take my case. I again plead, please send me a PM if you or know of anyone who can help.
We've all had dreams, some were nice and some scary. Last nights dream shook me to the core. I dreamt I drove an hour to a very popular beach to find lots of goodies. I grabbed the CZ-21 and Sunspot scoop, my trash/goodie bag on my waist and marched into the water waste deep. When I went to turn on detector, it was already turned on. Last night when I changed the batteries and tested them I never turned the detector off so it was dead and I didn't bring any spares. On reflecting on this, I had done this once before.
What is your Horror story?
I've left my sand scoop, headphones, digger, battery pack, and knees pads at home on more than one ocassion in the past but three of my dumbest things were:
