posted on Sep, 27 2012 @ 02:39 PM
Well this I not the usual kind of thing I post here on ATS, but I think that if I can share it with my friends in the pub, then why can’t I share it
with you lot out there on ATS. After all, we all come to this site to sort information, share knowledge and discuss each others experiences regardless
of what they may be.
So here goes…..
I have been quite ill this week and I have had a great deal of trouble sleeping, that is until last night. I think I was so knackered that I fell
asleep almost immediately…
My dream began with myself and two of my closest old friends having a drink together in a pub. Anyway, it got to my turn to buy a round of drinks so I
went to the bar, but when I went to order the three pints I realised that I only had five pound coins in my pocket, which obviously wasn’t enough
money. So I signalled to my two friends that I would be back in a short while because I was going to go and find an ATM machine to withdraw some more
Anyway, I stepped out of the pub door and went in search of an ATM machine, but as I turned the corner to head towards the bank it was then that I
realised that the street was full of Union Jack flags and buntings that were attached to string and tied between houses across the street...
As I stood there trying to work out what was going on and why the flags were there I was approached by two young men. Both the two young men were
dressed in what can only be described as clothing from the 1930’s or 1940’s. They were both dressed in heavy dark grey trousers and jackets, both
wearing waistcoats and baggy cloth caps. One of the young men had a wooden tray at waist height which was suspended by some rope around his neck. The
tray seemed to have a wooden platform inside it that had small holes drilled into it, the holes were in rows and each hole had a Union Jack flag
attached to a stick and all the flags were standing upright in the rows.
One of the two young men said to me, ‘Hello sir, would you like to buy a flag?’
His accent can only be described as a London, East End, Cockney kind of accent. I asked him what the flag was for; he just smiled and punched me in a
playful manner on the shoulder and said in a laughing kind of way, ‘You’re avin a laff ain’t ya mate?’ (You are having a laugh aren’t you
mate) obviously stating that I should have known what the flags were in relation to and I was just trying to wind him up…
I told him that I was just trying to find an ATM because I hadn’t got much money on me and asked him if he knew where there was an ATM machine. He
looked quite perplexed to my question and said that he had no idea what I was talking about. I tried to explain what an ATM was, but he and his mate
just stared at me as though I was completely mad. So after a minute or so trying to get information about ATM machines and trying to describe what one
was I realised that I was not going to get the information I needed, so I gave up….
So he asked me again if I wanted to buy a flag. Anyway, I put my hand into my pocket to fish out the five pound coins, but when I pulled my hand out
of my pocket and looked at the money in my palm, the money was totally unrecognisable to me. It was really heavy and was only what can be described as
old money that I have never used before. I held out my hand in front of me looking at the coins trying to work out what they were. But even in my
sleep my brain identified that the five pound coins had turned in old style currency. Then both the young men both gasped and shouted out at the same
time, ‘Bloody hell guv, your loaded ain’t ya?’
Well I didn’t know what to say I just kept my hand open and said that I would have two flags which seemed to make the young man very pleased indeed.
He took a couple of coins from my hand and then handed me two flags, they both said thank you and they walked off down the road…
As I watched them walking away I started to take a look around and I suppose the first thing I noticed was all the old style cars that all seemed to
painted in black paint travelling up and down the road. The roads were all cobbled and it was obviously not the street I was normally walking down.
I realised that I was not going to find an ATM machine so I headed back towards the pub where I had come from originally. As I got to the pub I then
realised that the pub was not the same pub that I had been in earlier and stood looking at the exterior of the building. The front of the pub had one
large window which was a smoked glass kind of effect with the word Saloon engraved into the glass. I had seen many pub windows similar to this when I
was growing up before most of the old pubs were knocked down or renovated and replaced with new builds…
I knew that I had to find my two mates so I opened the front door and entered inside the pub hoping that they would be inside. As I entered the pub it
was nothing like what it was earlier. All the new style furniture was no longer there and it had all been replaced with old dark wooden table and
chairs. Towards the right side of the room was an old wooden bar with men sitting on high stools drinking out of old heavy fat pint glasses which you
don’t see many of today. I walked towards the bar and the barman who was about 50 years old and wearing a cloth cap and a dirty brown apron greeted
me with a wide smile and asked me what I wanted to drink.
Anyway I said that I would like a pint of lager, but he didn’t seem to know what I was talking about and just took a pint glass from under the bar
and started to pull on an old style wooden beer pump and he put the glass in front of me which was full with a really dark liquid. So I put my hand
back inside my pocket, pulled out the strange looking change and held it out in front of me towards the barman. I asked him if I had enough to buy a
beer, he just looked at me strangely and laughed and said, ‘Got enuff for a beer, course you’ve got enuff. Have ya come into some money mate? Ya
got enuff there to buy us all a drink.’
So that’s what I did, I bought everyone in the pub a drink and I still had so much change left in my pocket it was still weighing my trousers down.
Then I noticed that all the men in the pub were smoking cigarettes, that’s something I hadn’t seen for a few years since the smoking ban, so I put
my hand into my jacket pocket and pulled out a packet of Lucky Strikes (Even though I am English I have always favoured American cigarettes such as
Marlboro and Camel) and I lit one up….
The guys at the bar who were closest to me took quite a liking to my pack of Lucky Strikes and started passing the packet around and looking at it
with great interest. One of the men asked if he could try one and I said yes, so he took one out of the box and lit it. While I was sipping my beer
the guy who had lit the cigarette was complaining that he couldn’t taste anything from the cigarette, it was only then that I noticed that he had
lit the filter end which made me laugh. I tried to explain about the filter tips, but they were quite perplexed to say the least….
I asked the barman if he had seen two other men earlier that he wouldn’t normally have seen in the pub, hoping that he may have seen my two friends.
He said that he had indeed seen two strangers and he described them as wearing some very strange clothes, but he didn’t know where they had gone. I
found this quite weird due to the fact that I was wearing similar clothes to what both my friends had been wearing but they didn’t seem to find my
clothing any different from theirs. I said to the barman that they could have been my two friends and that I only left them for a short while because
I had gone to search for a ATM machine, which of course he had no idea what the hell I was talking about in much the same way as the two young men
selling the flags earlier.
Anyway, I decided to leave the pub, said goodbye to the men and walked towards the door. As I opened the pub door the barman shouted, ‘See you
tomorrow then Dave.’
And that’s when I woke up….
I remembered the dream in such detail; most dreams just seem to vanish from my head in no time whatsoever…
You may not find this to be the most exciting dream that’s ever been told, but to me it’s most unusual. Whenever I have dreamed throughout my 47
years on this planet I have never dreamed about the past, all my dreams have always been in the present, well I presume they have all been in the
present. I have never been in a dream where people have been wearing those types of clothes and I have never seen old style buildings and cars
But one main thing stands out with this dream. I believe that this is the first dream I can recollect that has been in colour. The only reason I know
for sure that the dream was in colour was because of the Union Jack flags, red, white and blue, I remember the flags so well I can still see them now,
the dream keeps playing in my mind as though I was really there….
I feel that this is probably the closest I will ever come to being a time traveller….
Thank you for sharing my dream……