posted on Mar, 7 2009 @ 10:15 AM
That’s an interesting story, and it’s tough to get a gauge on it without some fairly large speculative leaps. One: It was a dream that startled
you into consciousness so abruptly that your mind didn’t have a chance to recognize that it was indeed a dream. Let’s examine this as if it were
a dream. It’s said when one dreams of nuclear holocaust they are a manifestation of the subconscious or conscious feelings of the lack of control.
I’m not quite sure I buy that quite frankly, I’m not sure that our dreams mean anything at all. I am sure that they can leave a tremendous impact
There are those who also say that when we dream we are tuning into another dimensional reality that is every bit as real as the one that we are
experiencing right now. You really never know I guess anything is possible. Could it be that this was indeed a real event that you were tuning into
just in a different dimensional space?
I am always deeply moved by dreams with religious overtones or even religious symbolism.
A few nights ago I had a dream…..
I was slowly walking through a field of wheat. I was one among hundreds of people, leisurely, languidly walking amidst giant rolls of bailed
wheat. As I glanced around it became apparent to me that I was the only one that wasn’t simply staring forward, doe-eyed and glazed.
On each side of me there were long rows of stone pillars, each resembled an ancient Roman design and at the top of each pillar was a plateau.
Perched on each plateau was a crouching man, I then noticed that as we slowly walked past each man perched upon a pillar, each man was speaking.
At first I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but it then soon became clear that they were all speaking of a variety of religious
ideologies. Each one spoke of his own belief in each respective religious dogma, and made it abundantly clear that his was the only way to true
salvation. With this knowledge, I looked around again, looking at the masses of people that surrounded me. This was the most disturbing portion of
the dream, none had changed their expression.
They all marched ahead, slowly, methodically, staring straight ahead, doe-eyed, expressionless……