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Friday, July 3, 2009

If I Could Help Them

On Tuesday night I dreamt that I arrived at Stroud and it was like a school camp. I got there early and didn't realise until hours of walking around catching up with old school friends that I hadn't organised a bed. The Starchild was there but he had a single bed and didn't seem interested in changing locations. Even though it was a school camp, there were some older parents (who in the dream were of grandparent age as all of the school kids are in their 30's now) and some partners, but still a lot of the same friends hanging out in groups together.

The place was only a little like where we are staying this weekend. In the dream there were more buildings and there were beds lined up along an enclosed veranda. There was also an oval over a rise and as I walked up the slight hill and looked out I noticed there were many more people walking around than were staying there. I noticed that some of them were injured or bleeding and then I realised that some of them were dead. They were walking amongst the living but no one else saw them. After watching them for a few minutes, I could start to tell them apart from the real people, even the ones that weren't hurt.

At first I felt repulsion, mostly at the injuries, and also fear. It was like something horrible to watch but that I was absolutely captivated by and couldn't look away from. I then felt great sorrow and compassion for these lost souls. I wondered briefly if this was just a one-off but I felt sure that I was always going to be able to see them. This scared me, the thought of seeing hurt and lost people all of the time, every where I looked. At this point, one of them, a lady with a blood trickle down her right temple, saw that I was staring at them and started walking up to me. She was the only one of them with purpose and she seemed very intense - sort of excited with underlying anger at the same time.


She started talking very quickly and I can't remember what she was saying but I knew she needed my help. The last thing I remember before I woke up was looking up from her face and seeing more and more of these ghost people noticing us and starting to come to see if I could help them, too.

1 comments:

Jewell said...

wow an amazing dream...wonder what it all means?