A very unsettling and complex Dream...

Its 3 AM in the morning but I can't sleep again, I had 2 very complex dreams....1


looking back on the first dream I had tonight, I dreamed of several different people, people i've never met... it was all fragments of people running for their lives, I didn't know who or why... all I knew was, if they found these people they would kill them them. i travelled to several different scenes in a matter of moments... these people were running... they were hiding... I only have flashes of this dream... I remember a woman on the run with a younger girl, she made the girl hide in a big lavender bush.... I remember thinking no one would bother to look in a lavender bush because they wouldn't think anyone could fit in such a bush... I looked across the hills and heard shouts of "Theere she issss, get her". The woman lay on the ground and laid her arms flat out in front of her. 2

Then somehow the scene changed to an older man and a young man, they were in a river, but somehow this scene was almost cartoon-like, the water was an aqua colour, and there were ginormous cracks that the men kept cautioning about... they too were running from something. Moving towards a goal... what goal it was I couldn't tell, but they had a plan. But then a sense of emergency nearly drowned me, the men felt it to, and the younger man said to the older one, I can't make it, you're ahead of me, you're the only one thats going to get through... (through what, I couldn't tell) the older man nodded... and began to swim away, leaving the younger man to wait ...3

The scene changed... I was in a huuuuge indoor pool, but it was more l
ike an inbuilt sea... it was so big... and I was flying above looking down... I passed three people rowing... their muscles straining as they tried to row as fast as they could. I could see there was another boat they were running from. I flew on further, past the boats, and saw another group, these ones were soldiers. but I was underwater.... the four soldiers, floated stillly in the water, as if held there by a magical force. Around them was a white rim, also just hanging ther beneath the water... the bodies of these soldiers were the image of peaceful calmness, as if they had accepted death and serrendered... but not to their enemy... but to death where they knew they would be safe. 4

Then came the last scene... I was in a cold and bare space, it was dilapidated, I could hear a constant dripping from a leak in one of the overhead pipes. I was standing behind a soldier, a woman this time, she commanded all prisoners to stand before her in a line... they did... there was a little dark hair child, she couldn't have been more than eight, she had dark brown almond eyes and a wavy mop of hair. She stared ahead with a fierce defiance. Besides her the other four prisoners towered over her. There was a teenage boy, he can't have been more than 15, his face unshaven, and his hair oily and unkempt but a sandy colour beneath the little cap. His eyes were sunken and dull as if he didn't care anymore about life... the elderly frail man, in his 80s could barely stand straight, he was shrunken and beaten. His blue eyes were watering constantly, and his knees trembled. I was afraid he might fall... and the last man that was there, I do not remember... at all... which is rather strange. The woman, who i now knew as the captor.but obviously not the only one, she was part of an organization, judging by her uniform. She got her rifle, clicked the bullet in, I heard the click of the shutter (or whatever they call it) and she aimed the gun. The First person to be shot was the girl... she started talking, to me, her eyes burning into mine. 5

She said so clearly "I do not deserve to die, i am 7 years old, my mother was the most decent women i've ever known, and my father was a bastard, a bastard who deserved to be killed, he touched me every night, in ways he shouldn't have, he stole me childhood away from me, he stole my innocence, and violated me night after night... he brought other women home and did the same before he shot them there... in our house... what could my mother do? she did the right thing to kill him with her bare hands!!!" she defended her name, she defended her family and her dignity to her grave... I prayed for God to take care of her and guide her to a safe place6

I turned to the young teenage boy, but he wouldn't look at me, he looked at the ground, he would not speak... at all... but I prayed that if he had done something wrong, he would find redemption if not already, and seek forgiveness and peace. 7

the frail old man, looked at me with kind and gentle eyes that were tinged with sadness. I was the brother of one of 'them-lot' (still I do not know who they are, only that they are powerful killers). I am a threat, he must kill me. they suspect me of supplying information to the other side and that i'm conspiring against them, I am old, let me die in peace, I have nothing less to lose in this life" ... I prayed that he would find peace and joy again.8

and then the woman fired the gun, a continuous stream of bullets as she whirled the gun around and around and around. They had all fallen... motionless to the ground. Quick atleast. But incredibly bloody...9


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in this dream, I was in a war, and somehow the surroundings were familiar even though i've never seen it before. It was strange this man, called Tony asked me to write the story of my life, he said he was going to write it into the book.... I was slightly confused. He told me to go around the back of the house where he had a secret tunnel that lead to another room. I followed it and when I got there I sat down with this leatherbound book... I was flicking through the pages and became curious about this woman, she was very beautiful, her writings scattered the page. her name was Gemina, that was as far as I got before turning to a blank page, I had a thing about reading personal information.11

I remember thinking it was a beautiful book, leather bound with thick pages tinted a creamy gold. I started to write, in my very scribbly handwriting, it didn't do it justice but I continued. Somehow, Tony had a picture of me, in the corner of the page, almost like an ID snapshot. "MY Name is Ellen, I'm 18 years old..." It was then that a voice suddenly screamed into life... a long stream of arabic words and sentences and phrases, to me it made no sense... but it terrified me to the core. Tony, suddenly emerged out of nowhere and grabbed the walkie talkie device off the table, he held it in his hand, and listened as if the whole world depended on him, there was such an intent fear in his face, I couldn't help but be terrified... the stream of arabic continued, Gemina's name was mentioned several times throughout, sounding threatening and dangerous. It was a male voice, but not a deep gruff one, more a voice that was a high and tinged with hysteria. Tony, didn't say a word... he didn't move, until the voice stopped and the walkie talkie lay dead. Then he dropped the walkie talkie and kneeled on the floor, sobbing hysterically. I knew then, these people had Gemina, and they had killed her, in a way none should have to die... I thought of the woman in the photo, smiling, and happy, of the woman who wrote in this book just as I did, and felt sick to the stomach. He had loved her beyond that of a friend, I understood. He had loved her as a soulmate. 12

I had no time to dwell though, for at that moment there was a banging on the door, and again, a man's voice in arabic rang through the house in a demanding tone, though I did not know what. Tony... turned white with fear and stood up, as if in shock, completely numb, he pointed to a little side room I hadn't noticed before, I did as he asked and stood out of sight from the window... there was nowhere to hide... I was so very afraid they would shoot Tony on the spot... or take him away to torture him.... I decided I would get behind the curtain and try and see through a tiny crack where light glinted though. When I tried this though.... the glass was tinted, impossible to see out of... this, is when fear started to dawn on me.... 13

this is when I woke up....14


I'VE no idea why my dreams were about death tonight, but it did unsettle me... in the first dream, I was not in it.. which was surreal, I almost felt as if I was looking death in the face, and I didn't feel terrified... I didn't feel anything at all... I was able to think rationally and have opinions, but only as an outsider would.15

In the second though, there was fear and pain ... and I knew I didn't want to die.16


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