posted on Nov, 19 2010 @ 09:04 AM
i hope this is the right place for this...
i had a recurring dream for many years growing up. maybe nightmare is the better term. it always started with falling asleep, and waking up, in
my dream, in a field. it is dark and very cool, there is a heavy mist laid across. it is always the same. the field is massive, the mist is
indiscernible, but i know somewhere there is a gate that will allow me to leave the field. and there are holes strewn everywhere. the holes being
maybe as big around as a dinner plate, and when looking down at them there seems to be no bottom. and there is a man. this man seems to be maybe 10
feet tall, and wearing a cloak. he always begins floating through the mist in my direction. there is a strong fear that rushes over me to escape this
man. i cannot run because there are so many holes, so i must slowly make my way across the field, always within reach of the man in the cloak.
in these dreams, i most often get close enough to the gate to feel that i can escape. in most though, i slip and fall into one of the holes and
everything goes black, and then i wake. in many others, as i near the gate, the man in the cloak reaches out and his cold grip reaches my shoulder,
and then i wake. i have never successfully made it through the gate and to my escape.
now, the interesting part, if i've been able to hold you through to here... when i was maybe 15 and the dreams stopped happening as often, i
spoke to my mother about this, and to my surprise, she had the same dream as a child, absolutely every detail being the same. it kind of freaked me
out to know me and my mother shared this dream. a few years later i started writing a lot, mostly dark poetry, but i have written a few shorts, and i
have been published a few times for each.
i decided to share some of these with my family, since i had already shared some with the world. if you have ever written anything, then you will
know the fear of letting people close view your writings, because they often either say nothing, or they are the most critical. so i spoke with my
grandmother on my mothers side about this particular recurring dream and the fictional/nonfictional tale i had written in regards. her face went pale,
as if she had seen a ghost. which apparently she had, she shared this dream as well as a child!
so i pose a question, which is surely obvious at this point.. how is it that, being that i never spoke to my family about these dreams until they
started becoming fewer and farther between, how is it that i share this same dream with my mother and grandmother? i should mention, my father died
when i was very young, and my grandfather on my mothers side watched his father shot down in front of their church, so obviously i could never talk to
my father about this, and my grandfather became very shut off after what he witnessed.
no one i have ever spoken with about this has been able to offer any ideas or insight, and i figure this is the best place to look for answers.