In the last few months I have been having some very strange dreams. Some personal, reflecting on conversations, family issues etc. Some very generalized, some about my hopes and dreams and some quite prophetic.
Last night Loui woke me up at 3am to go toilet and pulled me out of a very strange/scary lucid dream. When I went back to bed 2 hours later I went straight back into it from where I left off.
I was at home unpacking some shopping bags in the kitchen. My home was in my village, not where I am now. I suddenly remembered that I had left Loui in the car which was parked a good ten minutes walk away. (not something I would ever do) The shock as my tummy sank like a stone, I dropped everything and crying my eyes out, started running to go get him.
The first part of the road was clearly in my village, but then as I turned the corner it was somewhere else, a long road with houses either side and tree lined, but still felt like I was in the Village. As I’m running down the road towards where the car was parked, there was this deafening sound and a craft fell to the ground a few meters ahead of me, flattening a house and car. Smoke was coming out of it and the top part was rotating making this whooshing noise and there were 4 blue lights on it that were mesmerizing at they rotated. I stopped in my tracks, shocked at what I just witnessed, People started coming out of their houses screaming. I just stood there with this knowing that at any minute it was going to explode, and my Loui was at the other side of it. All I could think was that he must be Petrified.
In that moment I had to choose, do I try run past the debris and risk getting blown up and not getting to Loui, or, do I double back and go around it?
I turned around and started running back along the road and when I got to the corner I was back on the familiar road in my village and took the back road. That is when I woke up to see to Loui.
Once I woke up, on reflection I realised that even taking the back road around the blast would have wiped out half the village anyways.
I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I made a drink and watched some funny animal videos to try break the energy of the dream as even though I was awake and all my animals were there and safe, I couldn’t shake the feeling and was wondering if anyone was hurt.
Eventually around 5am I decided to try get back to sleep for a couple of hours, and went straight back into it where I left off. I was running along the back road which took me behind the crash site, because the house was flattened it had taken up the middle of both roads. With no other way of getting to Loui I continued on till I came to the car. Loui was barking at the window, petrified but happy to see me.
After calming him down and making sure he hadn’t injured himself, we drove back home taking the longer route so as not to drive past the wreckage.
We got home so we could get my other Dog Storm and my cat Puma. The plan was to grab a sleeping bag and some food and drive somewhere safe. Then as I was gathering stuff together, I heard an almighty explosion, felt the shock wave come through the house, it sent us all flying.
Then I woke up! No Idea if we survived or anything after flying through the air.
It was all so very real, I can still smell the smoke, see the craft and hear the noise.
So any thoughts?