I've been reading some of Lana's older posts on dreams, and it brought to mind a very vivid dream I had a few years back. It was one of those dreams where you're so deep in it, you aren't aware that you're dreaming, and you believe every bit of it to be real. Also, I was not myself in this dream, and it was all from my point of view, as if it was all happening right there for real.
I was walking with my people on a cold morning. It was just cold enough to see your breath. I couldn't see my own face, but my hair was as long as it is in waking life, though a bit darker. I think we were Celts or Picts from the way we were dressed...some had on rough kilts of a sort, or breeches. I had a kilt made of some kind of deerskin, I think, leather shoes , and straps of leather wrapped around my legs. I had leather arm braces, a roughspun shirt with a leather chestpiece over it, and I carried with me an axe made of dark iron, with a large single blade and a spiked backpiece, with a spike on top as well. My fellows were all armed with short swords, spears, axes, and such. We were going to take our place on a large hill. I knew that the enemy was coming, and our women and children were fleeing . Our intention was to buy them time to make their escape. We didn't really think we would win this battle, since our enemy outnumbered us...but we had to try, if for no other reason than to hold them up so our people could get away.
We didn't wait long after reaching the top of the hill, for we soon saw the enemy approaching. They were Romans, with their standards raised and trumpets blaring, their shiny armor, crested helmets , and bright red cloaks in stark contrast to our crew in our earth tones and lightly armored state. There were so many of them. We all looked at each other, some shook hands and patted shoulders while others nodded grimly to each other. I noted all this peripherally, for my main attention was on the approaching Roman army. I was fairly sure this would be my last day, but my fear dropped away as they drew nearer. I felt myself grow more enraged with their each approaching step. How dare these dogs invade our lands, kill our people, enslave our women and children, in the name of their "peace"? I gripped the shaft of my axe so tightly that my knuckles cracked. They may take my life today, I thought, but I'll take as many of them as I can with me. The space between our two groups grew smaller until they charged up the hill. I was in the front line , and I wanted it no other way. The first Roman ran up and held his large rectangular shield up as I swung my axe. I heard his arm snap , follwed by his scream of pain. He dropped his shield, and I swung my axe back around and planted it on the right side of his neck. He screamed even louder as his blood sprayed on me, hot in the cold morning air. I kicked him aside as the Roman behind him tried to stab me with his spear. I batted it aside and grabbed it, pulling him forward, so that he stumbled over his dying comrade. I split helmet and skull with my next swing. I threw the Roman spear into the throng swarming up the hill, grinning with satisfaction when it stuck into an armored chest. I struck the next Roman full in the face with the top spike of my axe. Screams , yells , and the smell of blood filled the air as I looked for my next victim, adrenaline and rage flowing through me...and at that point I woke up, sitting up in bed, sweating, looking around my room, wondering where the Hell I was and who the Hell I was.
A freind of mine swears that this was a past-life thing. I'm not sure, since I read history and fiction that deals with this sort of thing all the time. It may have just been my mind entertaining me in my sleep. All I know is that I wish the dream would have gone on a bit longer...I'm curious to see if I lived or died.
Dreams are strange...sometimes they make no sense, and other times they follow a "script" of sorts. Sometimes I know I'm dreaming , other times I don't. Sometimes I am myself, Scott, in my dreams, other times I'm someone else, like this Celtic/Pictish warrior. I think I'm going to start keeping a journal by the bedside to write dreams down in, so I remember them...although this is one I'll never forget.
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I don't read, therefore, I AM.
Dairy beside your bed...I really look forward to your night story's in daytime ;)
Keeping a dream journal is a fascinating experience. Not only because you can look back on past dreams, but because you'll certainly notice patterns over time that you'd never have realized otherwise. I think dreaming is a lot of fun. Unfortunately the topic didn't elicit much discussion on my blog, so I've mostly dropped it, as you can tell.
Thanks for sharing your dream. I've dreamed of being a Celt in the homeland, too. I guess it "means" whatever we choose to decide. :)
Heff, I do read, and I still am.:)
Fancy, I hope to have some interesting dream stories to tell...I know of a couple that I remember having in the past that I'll talk about soon.
Lana, I've seen reoccuring themes in some of my dreams. I often wonder at what they mean.
Great dream, dude. I love these kinds of dreams, though I wish, too, you'd been able to keep it going longer to see what happened. It reminds me quite a bit of a dream I had a few months back myself, which I posted about on my blog. It's here:
There is a theory that if you die in a dream you will truly die. So not sure you wanted it to continue. But what a great dream. Mine are always very disjointed and odd and I tend to lose them as soon as I wake. That may be the clamoring of my children and pets though distracting me.
Charles, interseting dream there.
VL,I've heard that too, but I still would like to know if 'I' got away or not, and how I died exactly. I've had lots of dreams where I nearly get killed, but never actually died in any of them.
Most of my dreams are wierd and disjointed,too...they'll start out somewhere, then you're instantly soemwhere else, with other oeople, or that sort of thing. Every once in a while I actually have a linear narrative going on.
Update, dude. I'll give you some cheese....
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