Three
"Am I dreaming or is this real?"
Green as far as the eye can see and I notice this isn't the present or where I knew I laid down. Slowly with my back to a tree I stand glancing from side to side my new layout.
Looking down my clothing isn't one recognizing rather old fashioned from the grey trousers , sandy boots and the top matching.
Next to me weaponry in the form of a bow with arrows and quivers all wrapped up nicely in a camouflage sack.
Looking up finding a silver owl I whisper "Hi". Nodding it's head and floating down I gently rub it's crest while my brain becomes familiar with him as my companion and the name Austin comes to mind.
Moving slowly down an old dirty path together surveying the land seeing wild life from deer to the straggly squirrel. A little way down spotting a natural type residence made of oak and other construction materials.
Knocking quietly on the door I wait for a response all the while smiling on the inside. The door opens to a sweet pair of familiar eyes.
" Hazel" he said "I'm so glad you're here". His companion a familiar wolf shows up. "Hey Graham and Rustic". Then I wake up in a rush short of breath only realizing it's not a dream but strangely a memory.
After taking some time to catch up with what happened and grabbing a glass of water , I once again see the old style purse only to come to recognize that it was the supposed bag that held the weaponry and if I had any form of identification that it might have either fallen out on the way here or sunk down to the bottom.
Checking once again I finally found a card with the name Hazel Hudson and that was in my mid-thirties and was apparently born in Boston .
The next day at work I managed to have time to search up my new name finding shortly after my birth was placed in an orphanage due to my folks not having the financial support to take care of me.
But if that dream was not a dream but a memory why was I found in Boston.
Out of curiosity I went through the library archives and once again found the name Hazel Hudson. And with it her photo and shockingly she looked like me. From the hair down to my skin and even height .
She as well was dressed in the old fashioned outfit from the memory . I had a lot of thinking to do and since the nice sheriff was also there, he and I had a lot more conversating in our future.
Green field, archaic dress and weapons, and a silver owl. 
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