have only had this dream once, and that was enough.
I remember being in a castle in England. I have no idea
why I know it is England; it just is.
is a battle going on outside. I am young, somewhere
between twelve and fifteen. I am running down a spiral
staircase that has a wall on both sides so I assume
it is a turret. I reach a small landing and I can see
the great hall below me. There are benches and long
tables stacked along the left wall. To the right there
is a huge set of double iron bound doors which are open;
to the left there are a row of windows. The glass is
thick and you cannot see through it. I am very proud
of those windows so I assume they are rare. Along the
wall in front of me hang banners with segmented colours.
They have no coat of arms on them. There is a huge fire
place along that wall as well. There is no fire so I
guess it is summer.
a man appears in front of me. He is short, thin and
has a black "Prince John" type beard. I know
he is French. On his head is a round tin pot helmet
with a thick nose bridge. He is dressed in a brown leather
jerkin and trousers. He doesn't seem to have any other
kind of armour on him. He carries a sword in his left
hand and a dagger in his right. He almost runs right
into me. Then he raises his dagger and laughs just before
he pushes the dagger into my chest. I look down at the
dagger and see that there isn't much blood. I am shocked
by this. There isn't any pain that I remember but that
wicked, evil grin and laugh will haunt me forever.
I am a believer in reincarnation and have been for most
of my life. I feel that sometimes we meet people we
knew in the past and have an instant reaction, either
negative or positive for no apparent reason in this
life. When I met my partner, it was as if we said, "Oh,
there you are, where have you been?"
my son was very little, before he could speak English,
he spoke in what seemed like Russian. He had all the
inflections of someone holding a conversation in their
native tongue. He would come up and speak a whole sentence
and look at you as if he expected an answer. If you
said, "OK" or "Oh, really?" he was
happy and trotted off. As soon as he learnt an English
word, the Russian vanished. However for a long time
as a child, he was very interested in Russia and could
give you information about the Russian Army in a very
authoritative manner. I wish I had taped his voice and
found out if it was actually Russian he was speaking.
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Posted May 9, 2006