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Well, after my last blog was about a recurring dream. This one is a totally standalone unbelievable occurrence.
This is another civil war account, marching with grey legs and boots dusty with the tramping of so many miles of country lan e s, tracks and roads.
Where we are going is anyone's guess, it is the height of summer, the air is hot, I'm sweating, my feet and legs hurt. I really just want to stop, oh, for a drink of cold water. Please Lord, let it rain! (I don't know why I'm asking for divine Intervention, as I'm not at all religious)
The way ahead is full of trees, a big forest, green foliage is everywhere, there must be a river nearby, maybe we can take a break.
Shaded area to sleep awhile. Hope we are camping there!
The legs in front of me stop and I continue to walk and I am so tired that my legs just keep going and its not until I fall over do I get some sense of where I am.
The trees have opened onto a some kind of farm, a staging post, I think! There are stables with horses and cattle. I rest against a wooden post with no thought of doing anything. I just sit there admiring the view, the trees, the gorgeous countryside, the sun beating down. You could say I'm in a torpor. Nowt happening, just a feeling of why I can't rest, even if I tried to shut my eyes, I wouldn't get the sleep, my restlessness is stopping me resting even in my dreams!!!!
A noise interferes with my dream, a click is echoing around me, I shield my eyes to see where the noise is coming from.
A man is standing there with a long rifle, he has a grey dusty coat on (why is everything grey and dusty?) His slouch hat is tilted to the side, so it's not showing his facial features. He has a long beard, but every other feature is in shadow.
He waves his rifle, signifying for me to get up. I feel safe, don't foresee a threat, something about him seems serene. He points to a raised wooden platform. I gently raise myself from the dusty grey floor. It's difficult to get my legs going, I need a stretch or two to get the kinks out of my muscles. I dust myself down and climb up on to the wooden platform, there is a wagon unmatched, next to the it, not laden, just there. My focus is just on the bearded man. I smile and I wonder if I'm to get into the wagon!
There's a loud explosion, it's like a cannon roar, the noise bursts agonisingly on my eardrums. My chest and back start hurting, I hurtle backwards, there is grey dust everywhere, I'm staring up into a cloudless blue sky. I feel peace, I feel quiet, maybe I can rest my aching, dusty grey legs and feet now!
Suddenly, the realisation, that I have huge pains all over my upper torso and I see red in my eyes, I start to panic. I know now that I've been shot.
The burning is agonising, I'm on fire.
I wake up, I'm doubled up in pain. I'm on the floor and I'm hot and sweating, the wife thinks I'm having a coronary. I can't get my breath, the pain is lessening slowly. I need water and I feel dirty, the big question is, am I alive, I must be because I'm in pain. And I'm hot, bloody hell, I'm hot. If I had any night clothes on, they would be drenched.
The wife is fussing, she tells me she had to move out of the way of my thrashing around and my screaming???
After a few minutes and sticking my head in cold water, I start to calm down, the pain in my chest and back have receded. I cool down a little bit, I have a high temperature all day! As usual a bad headache accompanies the normal back of the eyes ache and my fatigue is unusual for a couple of days. It's a good job I'm not in work that day! The bruising appears, the wife phones the doctors and by the time I get an appointment, all the symptoms have more or less disappeared. There's no evidence of heart or lung problems, in fact the doctor is quite pleased with my health except for all the symptoms for T2!!!!.
I have died many times in my battles in my dreams. But I've never been executed in cold blood, I am shivering, writing this.
I'm weird, my dreams are weird, vivid, descriptive and I have no idea why my nights are haunted by these 'hauntings'
I wish somebody could tell me what the dreams mean or their reasons for disrupting my life even though they only happen when my temperature raises ever so slightly.
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