posted on Mar, 11 2012 @ 09:44 PM
I had a very vivid dream about Dwight D. Eisenhower the other day. I was his great-niece by the name of Margaret, called Maggie, arriving at his
[rather large] house. The house had many wood panelings throughout and I got the sense that it was from the late 1800s or early 1900s. I was wearing a
mustard yellow traveling suit and a pillbox hat with a net-like veil off the top. I looked in the mirror in the hallways as I entered the house and
saw that I had shoulder-length auburn hair and was probably mid-20's.
I went to find "Uncle" and he was in a large library/den room, sitting at a baby grand. He was in his shirtsleeves, but wearing suspenders. I
apologized for being late for my visit because my train had been delayed, but I had also stopped to visit someone (my mother?) in Pittsburgh.
He said it was no worry and invited me to sit on a large leather couch. We sat, Eisenhower and I, talking on the couch and he was telling me that he
had been eager to tell me something amazing that he had learned. I thought it was funny that he couldn't have told me over the phone, but he was kind
of whispering and his face was flushed and he grabbed a parcel of papers off of a shelf to show me.
I started to reach for the papers and the house started shaking and he said, "Just a minute, Maggie." and left the room. I sat there waiting for
him, the house had gotten dark, and I started calling for him and I looked into the room he had gone into (adjacent to the library), and he was not
there, even though there were no exits to the room.
The dream then shifted to some war scenario, but I was no longer the same person.
I do not know what to think of this dream.