posted on Jul, 12 2013 @ 06:05 AM
Due to what i've recently been researching my favorite and most intriguing dream has come to mind so i've decided to write it down, i have my own
ideas as to what it meant, but if anyone feels they could give additional insight i'd be grateful.
The dream is from several years ago, it began as i was looking toward a social club located at a crossroads in the town were i live, it was a
beautiful bright and sunny day, and my vantage point would have been were a wooden hut of the Air Cadets is located.
There were two distinct groups that emerged from the social club as i watched, the first was a group of local football supporters in high spirits, as
they boarded a coach to take them to an away match, the second was what appeared to be a wedding party of Sikhs, that wore turbans and were in their
finery and also naturally in a happy mood.
As i watched a Romany Gypsy friend, Jason, who i'd known at college pulled up in his car and asked if i'd like to go out for a drive into the
country, it was a lovely day and i agreed. As we left the town and began to enter into the countryside i began to get the sense that we were
travelling back in time, the grassland shone like gold in the sun and became ever more primordial in feel.
Eventually as we followed the road we began to arrive at an imposing forest, the deeper we entered in the more dark and gloomily ominous the
atmosphere was, and it became increasingly apparent that there had been extensive flooding as pools of water began to be seen everywhere.
To the side i saw a huge and mighty tree that had fallen and was lying within a lake of remaining flood water, we began to emerge from the forest
following this sight and arrived at a small stone bridge were on the other side the road began to make steep ascent up a hill.
At first the car seemed unable to make headway up the hill such was its steepness, but then my friend seemed to engage a different mode, and we began
to ascend increasingly rapidly, all the dials on the dashboard were spinning around and around, and even though a torrent of water began to surge down
the road we forced our way through it.
At the top of the hill all was calm, i got out of the car and left my friend, and before me was a wooden mountain hut, i went up to the door and
knocked, and it was opened by myself as a child, peeping round from the door with a bashful smile.
I entered into the gloomy interior and saw there were women that either looked Romany or Jewish, that were wearing head scarves, they were silent and
seemed pensive and somehow ashamed, sitting scattered in corners of the dark interior by the windows with curtains drawn.
Within the room also were small and formal sunken pools of bright crystal clear water in which young toddlers were playing, which had the appearance
of cherubs, with overly rounded bodies and large heads without hair, these happily splashed about in the pools as if water was their preferred
habitat, this contrasted with the attitude of their Mothers.
Also within the pool was a horizontal ladder type climbing frame for the children, i got in the pool and crawled along it from one side to the next
and then emerged.
There was a curtained entranceway to the rear of the room, i drew back the curtain and entered into a cavernous series of labyrinth passageways carved
into the rock. As i made my way through these passages i began to come come across the blackened, seemingly burnt, bodies of women with large dead
babies lying alongside them, the wombs of the women appeared to have been torn open and the unborn babies removed.
These were laid in or close to cubicles cut into the rock off the passageways, with low retaining walls such that they had the appearance of pens, i
began to see more and more of these bodies until i saw a great number and then i awoke.
Shortly after this dream there were a couple of occurances that made me think ever deeper on its meaning, i was sat by a formal pond in the local park
near where i live one sunny afternoon shortly afterward with a friend and a party of what appeared to be a group of young children from a Jewish
religious school came along, the teachers and carers were all women and wore headscarves, this was notable to me as it was the first and only time i
have seen Jewish people in this town, i presumed they were maybe from Manchester which is fairly close.
The following week i was out for the day with a few friends at Ingleborough in North Yorkshire, walking up the hill there down which water walls
through torrents, and the same party again crossed my path as they were on their way down, with both sightings in the context of water i obviously
felt it related to my dream.
And that's it...sort of.