I'm sitting on a grassy knoll. I'm wearing my favorite clothes and they have holes and tears in them. I also have a large cigar in my hand. The cigar reminded me of a victory cigar a movie character had at the end of a movie.
I look out to the land below me and it's all scorched and destroyed. It seems as if there was a large battle or war that took place. There were remains of buildings and some things were still on fire. It looked almost apocolyptic (not saying that it's some sort of apocolyptic premonition or anything, just describing what it looked like.
I took a drag on the cigar and i blew it out into the air. I was thinking of how peacefull everything was. How at peace and proud and happy i felt. Someone put their hand on my shoulder. I looked at them and it was my dad, only in the shape he was when he was a Marine. He had a face that showed no emotion whatsoever. I offered him the cigar and he refused with a shake of his head.
I looked back out to the land before me and i smiled and took another drag on my cigar. After this, the dream fades and i dont remember anything after that.
This dream has been recurring for the past three nights. I'm wondering why it's recurring and what it may mean. I'm only worried about what's happening inside my own head, i'm not wondering if any "spirit guide" is telling me something.
What are your thoughts?
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