I dreamt I was a fat man and it was the 1700’s. I was standing on the main street of a small town that was made of cobblestones and went straight through town, but I was on the outskirts of the town. There was a large cathedral on the right and a large cistern in the middle of the street in front of me. Every evening at a certain time people came to the cathedral. When the church bells rang everyone ran and climbed into the cistern without thinking, like they were mindless zombies. When they returned to the surface they were skeletons. Red skeletons. When I saw them coming out of the cistern there was a woman running to climb in. I took out a heavy bow and arrow made of brass and trying to save the woman by killing her; I shot her in the neck just before she disappeared inside. But she didn’t die. I looked down the street dividing the small town and I saw a giant that was running down the street after me and all the skeletons joined in. The buildings became black in shadows and the sun was setting orange against a dark red sky. I turned to run, but the giant caught up to me very quickly. The giant was like the buildings, a black shadow, I couldn’t see any details of the giant; no face, or details of his clothing but he looked like Abraham Lincoln, tall & stiff with a top hat. I ran through the cathedral courtyard but even in my sleep I felt myself heavy because I was fat. The giant reached down to grab me and I saw 5 red skeletons climb his body fast like spiders, they would be waiting for him to pick me up so they could devour me right out of his hands. He picked me up and as I was screaming toward him, I woke up.
Healing Stitches
Last night I had a dream there were me and maybe two other people who were with me. I felt like they were friends. I know my husband was one of the people with me the other two were young males. We were in a hardware store there were lots of tools everywhere and different things that you would purchase in a hardware store.
I found a policeman‘s uniform I knew it was a policeman‘s uniform but it didn’t look like a regular policeman‘s uniform. It was navy blue but there were rectangle reflectors at the shoulders not on the shoulders but on the chest area just below the shoulders. And it was one piece like a jumpsuit and the waist was an elastic waist.
I touched the uniform and noticed some of the stitches were coming loose. I heard a commotion behind us and when I turned around the owner of the hardware store was standing in the doorway. He was bald and he was older maybe in his late 60s and a young boy was standing next to him. The store owner put his hand on the boy’s shoulder and hung his head and begin to cry. He looked over at us and the young boy was smiling. The old man hugged the young boy and cried. The young boy had died many years ago when the store owner was young. The policeman‘s uniform had healing powers and had brought the young boy back. I saw other people standing outside, and their loved ones who had passed years ago were walking up to them because they had purchased a policeman‘s uniform. They did not know that it would bring their loved ones back it was just a pleasant surprise. There were many people showing up who had died previously.
After I woke up I didn’t understand the dream I mean it happened so fast, normally I would’ve remembered in the dream that my mom passed away and then I could have brought her back. But during the dream I did not think of my mom once.
Then I woke up
Stepping Into The Life 