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First one was when I was five or so. Dreamed I was on a lake shore. I could hear the lake water lapping on the beach which I could hear were small smooth round stones. There was the dark outline of wooded treetops behind a castle. It was night but bright and I could see a small stone castle on an island. It had a tall tower or chimney and a sloping roof. Light was coming from a window within. I was with two others and we were going to take a wooden boat to the island for a battle. I remember feeling affraid and excited, and we were trying to be quiet. The dream then cut to a bunch of men in kilts doing a dance in a brightly lit place, and it was a celebration. Then it sort of faded and I woke up and I recall feeling very moved, like it was a sad memory but now it was all over and I could never return. I got out of bed that morning and I just sat on the floor looking at the wall, thinking about it. I never forgot this dream. I feel like the dance happened before the raid on the castle. I later (40 years later) found a picture of Loch Dochart castle and it reminds me very much of this memory/dream castle. The dance may have been a sword dance. I much later got the impression I died during this raid, and it was sad because I had been very young and hopeful.
When I was five I was playing with some brand of knock-off lego and the set included a white piece with 3 windows on it. I recall staring at this piece of lego for about 10 minutes thinking it reminded me of a house in the country I had visited. It was a large white house surrounded by green fields with a dirt road running in front, and a dark green wood to its side. The windows were very ornate and they were arched windows with white trim that divided each into 6 or 8 squares. The arch windown was a half circle above the squares and was divided like a half pie by 6 or so diagonal trim peices. I was snapped out of my trance when I was called by my parents to go somewhere. Many years later, but not sure when, I recalled the house had an old women who I loved, and I got there by horse. No idea where it was or when, but somehow think it was Italy or France. Here also I think I died young, but this time it was a fever and the old lady coddled me because I was a sickly child.
I had many dreams as a young child of something striking me in the head causing me to awaken. It started with a baseball, but when I was about 14 I recall a dream of a night attack where I was crawling through mud and my rifle was caked in mud. There was a rampart of mud or dirt ahead of me and I was looking at my rifle. It was an old rifle that only allowed me to load one shot at a time. At age 14 I had no experience with bolt action rifles. I had not seen any war movies, only the old documentaries that were available in the 1980s. This was very vivid. I was trying to load this rifle and shoot at the flashes that were coming from the mud rampart ahead. There were flares in the sky above me. I heard a zinging noise and felt like I was struck in the head and I woke up.
I had some follow on dreams which I believe are related to this one around age 15 or 16. I was in a hilly area with tall straight trees around me, looking down on a dirt road. I was with many others and we had blue uniforms. I had a clear view of the road because the trees had been planted far apart where I was, creating a straight line from the road up the hill quite far up, clear of trees. The ground was covered in dry brown plants of some kind, maybe dried pine needles or something. There was an earthy smell. Looking down I saw men in grey uniforms and steel helmets marching by. I moved and they noticed me and flung a stick grenade at me. Crazily, I kicked it back down the hill and it bounced towards them on its stick handle. They yelled something in German and scattered. The grenade exploded but too soon and did not get anyone. Then we opened fire And so did they. It ended there.
The final what I believe was a connected war dream was an armoury or barracks or fort in a city, it was a building connected with soldiers. I was in my late 20s when I had this dream. The building had a deep stone lined ”moat” around it which was crossed by using a sturdy wooden bridge. The building was made of brick and had large wooden iron bound doors which were opened. I saw a guy in a uniform with a peaked cap, another soldier, coming out and he smiled at me in recognition. I can’t help but feel he was British. This dream ended here.
In my teens I had a dream about what I thought was the ”last voyageur.” A man in brown fur cloths had walked me to the edge of a wood near a river in winter. He had agreed to guide me, and the last part of the dream was watching him go back into the woods, returning to his old way of life. I much later found a place that very much reminded me of this dream place, and was part of the voyageurs trail.
Also in my teens I dreamed of being enraged that red uniform wearing British were riding through Paris past the Arc de Triomphe. I recall waking up and laughing at the anger I had felt in the dream. I was also laughing because I had been hurling some very crazy slurs at them as they rode past, but I can‘t recall. It was something weird like “son of a sausage.“ They had just rode on arrogantly, ramrod straight on their horses. Much later I found out that the British had occupied Paris after Napoleon was defeated, and the arch they rode past was La Porte Sainte Martin.
The only other one I recall was standing on a field at sunrise, and the guy in front of me was wearing very old style clothes. I was in my 30s when I had this brief trance/daydream. He had on woolen hose, a doublet and hat I later found out was called a chaperon. His shoes were poulains. The sun was shining in my eyes and I could not make out the colours.
When I was five I was playing with some brand of knock-off lego and the set included a white piece with 3 windows on it. I recall staring at this piece of lego for about 10 minutes thinking it reminded me of a house in the country I had visited. It was a large white house surrounded by green fields with a dirt road running in front, and a dark green wood to its side. The windows were very ornate and they were arched windows with white trim that divided each into 6 or 8 squares. The arch windown was a half circle above the squares and was divided like a half pie by 6 or so diagonal trim peices. I was snapped out of my trance when I was called by my parents to go somewhere. Many years later, but not sure when, I recalled the house had an old women who I loved, and I got there by horse. No idea where it was or when, but somehow think it was Italy or France. Here also I think I died young, but this time it was a fever and the old lady coddled me because I was a sickly child.
I had many dreams as a young child of something striking me in the head causing me to awaken. It started with a baseball, but when I was about 14 I recall a dream of a night attack where I was crawling through mud and my rifle was caked in mud. There was a rampart of mud or dirt ahead of me and I was looking at my rifle. It was an old rifle that only allowed me to load one shot at a time. At age 14 I had no experience with bolt action rifles. I had not seen any war movies, only the old documentaries that were available in the 1980s. This was very vivid. I was trying to load this rifle and shoot at the flashes that were coming from the mud rampart ahead. There were flares in the sky above me. I heard a zinging noise and felt like I was struck in the head and I woke up.
I had some follow on dreams which I believe are related to this one around age 15 or 16. I was in a hilly area with tall straight trees around me, looking down on a dirt road. I was with many others and we had blue uniforms. I had a clear view of the road because the trees had been planted far apart where I was, creating a straight line from the road up the hill quite far up, clear of trees. The ground was covered in dry brown plants of some kind, maybe dried pine needles or something. There was an earthy smell. Looking down I saw men in grey uniforms and steel helmets marching by. I moved and they noticed me and flung a stick grenade at me. Crazily, I kicked it back down the hill and it bounced towards them on its stick handle. They yelled something in German and scattered. The grenade exploded but too soon and did not get anyone. Then we opened fire And so did they. It ended there.
The final what I believe was a connected war dream was an armoury or barracks or fort in a city, it was a building connected with soldiers. I was in my late 20s when I had this dream. The building had a deep stone lined ”moat” around it which was crossed by using a sturdy wooden bridge. The building was made of brick and had large wooden iron bound doors which were opened. I saw a guy in a uniform with a peaked cap, another soldier, coming out and he smiled at me in recognition. I can’t help but feel he was British. This dream ended here.
In my teens I had a dream about what I thought was the ”last voyageur.” A man in brown fur cloths had walked me to the edge of a wood near a river in winter. He had agreed to guide me, and the last part of the dream was watching him go back into the woods, returning to his old way of life. I much later found a place that very much reminded me of this dream place, and was part of the voyageurs trail.
Also in my teens I dreamed of being enraged that red uniform wearing British were riding through Paris past the Arc de Triomphe. I recall waking up and laughing at the anger I had felt in the dream. I was also laughing because I had been hurling some very crazy slurs at them as they rode past, but I can‘t recall. It was something weird like “son of a sausage.“ They had just rode on arrogantly, ramrod straight on their horses. Much later I found out that the British had occupied Paris after Napoleon was defeated, and the arch they rode past was La Porte Sainte Martin.
The only other one I recall was standing on a field at sunrise, and the guy in front of me was wearing very old style clothes. I was in my 30s when I had this brief trance/daydream. He had on woolen hose, a doublet and hat I later found out was called a chaperon. His shoes were poulains. The sun was shining in my eyes and I could not make out the colours.
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