This is a recount of my dream last night.

I was hiking up an alpine trail, as I got to a log crossing the path, Ben Greenfield (yep) grabbed a speed boat, and we started hauling it up the trail. All of a sudden, we are in a vast cavern/beach area. The waves hitting the shore are massive. It's not only us now, but there is an entire group, and I get the feeling Ben is teaching us something. He jumps in the boat and shows us how to ride the massive waves into the shoreline. On the shore we can see there are openings in the cavern wall where we can see outside, and it looks to be a city or shops where people are passing by, eating and drinking and some are watching us. We don't ride in the boat, but instead, we are now on the opposite shore of the cavern walls I just talked about, and then the water goes completely flat. Ben, myself and a woman start to make our way across the water. Ben asks me my name and then we start swimming, as we reach the shoreline I can see the people outside of these glass-covered cavern walls and for the most part they pay little attention to us.

Once upon a time, man lived in nature. He slept on the grass. He lived under the trees. He hunted the animals. Man was from nature. The man decided that he should tame nature. That he should grow plants the way, he thought best. Instead of hunting the animals, he would put them in cages and eat them whenever he liked. He would take the rest of the animals and make pets of them. He would then take those animals and some other plants into his home, to remind of what it was like when he used to live nature.

We moved into a house temporarily, and it is a much smaller and simpler environment that the home we've been living in. Within the first few hours, I noticed something interesting. I felt better. I felt more at ease, and more so I felt as though I could be more productive.

I would never choose this home or the community it is in, but I've noticed these same feelings when I go on trips and stay in a hotel for a few days. I believe there are a few components to these feelings, that may be useful to more people than just myself.

What does getting back to your roots mean? Does it mean going back to the environment you grew up in? Does go beyond that? Is it something ancestral? Something primal?

I think the answer will be different for all of us, and in my case, my roots come from many trees and grow in various directions.

My first job out of college was working inside sales at a health insurance brokerage in Tampa, FL. Even though I despised sitting in a cubicle and cold-calling agents all day, I thrived, purely because of my competitive nature. That same competitive spirit allowed me to work myself into a regional manager position within six months. It only took another six months for me to realize that I had to get out of the insurance industry and more importantly, out of that office.

I was at about mile 4.5 of a 9-mile trail race, the Hotter n' Hell race to be exact when my ex-intern says to me, "this is a different kind of animal Beau Beard."

I also remember a few years back when my office manager was helping us work a trail race; she looked over at me as the first few runners finished and said, "these runners are more like animals than road runners are."

So a few days ago I received some green tea matcha in the mail, some high-end stuff let me tell you. I also picked up some 70% dark chocolate. Over the next two days, I had a cup of matcha and a few pieces of dark chocolate each day. On the evening of the second day, I started to have visual disturbances, a headache, and almost what I would call hallucinations.