I should preface the following by explaining that I am a longtime skeptic of the paranormal. Though I do find it interesting/entertaining, I have never been a believer. In addition, I know very little about it. I say this in the interest of transparency, so that you may disregard this if you feel like it’s a waste of time to entertain a nonbeliever. Please contact me either way. Several years ago, I had a peculiar dream. It was the middle of the night. I was on the shore of a gray beach, on an island with a single tree. Innumerable lanterns hung in its boughs, these and cold starlight were the only illumination. No moon hung in the sky. The tree was made of iron, it was cool to the touch. The water, stretching out to the horizon, was pitch black. A raven emerged from the dark of the night, and landed in front of me. It spoke without moving its beak, looking directly into my eyes. ‘Stupid crone, you forget who you are. You’ll think this is a dream, but this is important. Go to where the leylines converge. You’ll know what to do there.’ I woke up. Needless to say, I don’t know where the leylines converge, and I don’t think I’ll know what to do when I get there, if there’s anything to be done. I basically just wrote it off as a very strange dream, but every once in a while it will appear nagging in my memory. My research on the subjects has yielded very little promising, solid information. Many maps of leylines exist and there seems to be very little in the way of consensus amongst the community about it. The spiritually inclined that I’ve talked to pointed me to this place or the other, eventually someone mentioned the term vortex and now I’m in your inbox. If you could point me in a direction, I would very much appreciate it. That way I can just go there, do something and maybe everything or nothing will happen and I can delete it from the back of my mind. In any case, thank you for your time.