Originally Posted by Simmiah
Heh you ask an interesting question Bertrade & I greatly enjoyed your naptown blog Erin. That's really interesting though I have no similar kinda place except there's a place I visit when I "imagine" called Pigland but hmm...
I don't want to sound too crazy so I'll shut my yapper now
In terms of dreams though when I was a child & I had a rough childhood.. well.. I had one dream that really stood out big time. & I think now that I had it because at the time I was feeling so uncomfortable & I felt sort of unloved & well.. in this dream I was with another family I didn't recognize but they were my family. & we were on our way to visit this really nice place & we were all excited. It kind of looked like Atlantis or something because there were so many trees & plants around & everything was prettier than the prettiest place I can imagine here because the sky was super blue & there were some fuzzy white clouds & the world was very green & lush. Well.. we got to our destination (on foot) & I saw this gigantic Cylindrical glass looking thing (huge really) & it had stairs going up the side & inside it was a ton of water & a floating island that was alive. There were fish & dolphins inside the cylinder swimming around & next thing I knew we were up the stairs & having a picnic there. The energy of that place..well.. it was beyond what I could imagine. Everything was so beautiful & serene & peaceful (which was totally opposite to my home life hehe) & it was a great comfort for me. Maybe Bertrand you are going back to a time in your 'life' when life was comforting & peaceful for you since right now you are going through a rough patch.
I haven't had those kinds of dreams as much now but.. I think that dream was either an alternate reality I had lived in before or.. a past life obviously not on Earth or ..gosh. who knows. I have no clue but I do know I really liked visiting there.
Your post made me remember another experience from when I was a kid. It's a dream experience. this was the one and only recurring dream i have ever had, and I now believe that it was prophetic, but in a symbolic way.
In my dream, this strange guy dressed in what looked like what the Pope wears (not the ornate vestments, but the plain, white robe thing and the little skull cap thing) was in our neighborhood, and was trying to coax me and my best friend to come into a garage, which was owned by my dad's brother, who lived next door.
In my dream, I had a bad feeling about going in there. It was just my best friend and I (we were born two months apart and were like brothers), and this guy was trying to coax us in. I just somehow knew the guy was either going to kill us, or take us away to somewhere that we could never return from. He was talking very kindly, like a child predator may do to lure a child.
I tried to talk my friend into running away, I was beging him to run, but he trusted the guy in spite of my efforts, and walked into the garage, and the guy shut the door. I KNEW I would never see him again at that point, and got scared. The guy came out and, approached me, and I started to run.
I ran as fast as I could and got away, even though i slipped and fell a few times while running, but I knew I would never see my friend again. I was about 6-7 years old when I had this dream, and it happened at least 6 or 7 times over a year or so, as best as I can remeber.
Fast forward to the time I was 11. One day, my cousin came to the door and asked me to come out and play. Something in my gut told me not to go with him. He was always up to no good, even when we were that young, so I told him no. He started criticizing and making fun of me (typical behavior for him), and tried to convince me to go with him, but I refused, shut the door in his face, and that was that.
About a half hour later, i heard sirens, then the phone rang a few minutes later. As it turned out, my cousin (who was 12 at the time) had sneaked a.22 pistol from his dad's drawer. He walked across the field behind his house, and my best friend (from the dream, who I begged to stay away from the bad guy) happened to be riding his bike home along a road that ran alongside the field where my cousin was. The sirens were from an ambulance someone had called, because my cousin had shot and killed my best friend. I don't know why; he just did, and he never even got in any trouble for it. He said it was an accident, but I still don't believe it was to this day. It happened on Good Friday at 3:00 PM too; wierd.
When I heard the news, naturally I was shocked, sad beyond anything I had ever experienced, and angry at my cousin. I wanted him to be dead instead of my best friend. After thinking about it, I realized that it could just as easily have been me, because he was trying really hard to get me to come outside earlier.
Later I remembered that damn dream, where my best firend was coaxed to his own death, and went willingly, trusting his killer. I found out later that my cousin had stopped my friend in a very friendly and casual way, my friend suspected nothing, and then my cousin pulled that gun, laid it on his lip and shot him straight up the nose.
I have always thought that that dream was a message/premonition that my firend was going to be gone forever, and as it turned out, he was. It was worse than losing a brother.