Since I was but a small child, two periods in time have fascinated me: the 1930s-1940s and the 1500s-1600s. In the case of the former, it is WWII that interests me the most, and the court of Queen Elizabeth I of England that interests me in the latter. I have a deep love for the people, music, clothing and events of both time periods and have often been told that I was born in the wrong day and age.
Quite some time ago however I had a very interesting and disturbingly vivid dream, and I am not one for lucid/vivid dreaming. Indeed, it is really the only truly vivid dream I have had. I would like to hear people's thoughts on the dream. Please note one or two details may be off because I've only recently put it to paper.
I awoke in a burning city, surrounded by high rising blocks with windows smashed and smoke pouring out of them. The sky was covered by smoke and I had been sleeping amongst a pile of rubble. As I rose from the hard stone floor, I realised I was in a dead-end road of sorts. It appeared to have once been a flat or office block. Somehow, I immediately recognised the city as being Berlin. As I realised where I was, I noticed that I was surrounded by soldiers dressed in the uniform of the Wehrmacht. One was knelt down behind some rubble, attempting to do something or another with a radio. There were four or five other soldiers dotted around the place holding machine guns, MP-40s most probably.
One of them approached me and spoke to me. All of his words were in German, yet I could understand them perfectly, even though I know only a few phrases and words of the language. He addressed me as 'Oberst', a Colonel. The soldier was telling me that we were out or almost out of ammunition. He gave a heavy machine gun to me, pointing out that it was empty and useless. I discarded it to the floor and instructed him to do something or another. I think I told him to search the buildings for supplies and ammo. Then, the man knelt by the radio approached me. He told me he had been unable to get it working – there was no hope of getting a signal from anything in Berlin. I ordered him to keep trying, and then reassured my men that we would escape this hell-hole. Then, a man started speaking loudly, but it was no one from my troop. We thought it was the radio, until a Wehrmacht truck drove by us in the next road, speakers blurting out a message. Again, the man spoke in German, but I could clearly understand him. He was urging us to surrender. After the truck rolled by, a large group of Russian troops marched by, weapons at the ready. My men wanted to fight, but I urged them to drop their weapons. They obeyed and the last thing I did was raise my hands into the air and shout “We surrender!”. Then I awoke.
The dream was so disturbingly vivid that when I woke up it felt like I had been teleported from somewhere else in the world, rather than dreaming. Does this sound like it could be a memory from a past life? Any thoughts or comments would be greatly appreciated.
Quite some time ago however I had a very interesting and disturbingly vivid dream, and I am not one for lucid/vivid dreaming. Indeed, it is really the only truly vivid dream I have had. I would like to hear people's thoughts on the dream. Please note one or two details may be off because I've only recently put it to paper.
I awoke in a burning city, surrounded by high rising blocks with windows smashed and smoke pouring out of them. The sky was covered by smoke and I had been sleeping amongst a pile of rubble. As I rose from the hard stone floor, I realised I was in a dead-end road of sorts. It appeared to have once been a flat or office block. Somehow, I immediately recognised the city as being Berlin. As I realised where I was, I noticed that I was surrounded by soldiers dressed in the uniform of the Wehrmacht. One was knelt down behind some rubble, attempting to do something or another with a radio. There were four or five other soldiers dotted around the place holding machine guns, MP-40s most probably.
One of them approached me and spoke to me. All of his words were in German, yet I could understand them perfectly, even though I know only a few phrases and words of the language. He addressed me as 'Oberst', a Colonel. The soldier was telling me that we were out or almost out of ammunition. He gave a heavy machine gun to me, pointing out that it was empty and useless. I discarded it to the floor and instructed him to do something or another. I think I told him to search the buildings for supplies and ammo. Then, the man knelt by the radio approached me. He told me he had been unable to get it working – there was no hope of getting a signal from anything in Berlin. I ordered him to keep trying, and then reassured my men that we would escape this hell-hole. Then, a man started speaking loudly, but it was no one from my troop. We thought it was the radio, until a Wehrmacht truck drove by us in the next road, speakers blurting out a message. Again, the man spoke in German, but I could clearly understand him. He was urging us to surrender. After the truck rolled by, a large group of Russian troops marched by, weapons at the ready. My men wanted to fight, but I urged them to drop their weapons. They obeyed and the last thing I did was raise my hands into the air and shout “We surrender!”. Then I awoke.
The dream was so disturbingly vivid that when I woke up it felt like I had been teleported from somewhere else in the world, rather than dreaming. Does this sound like it could be a memory from a past life? Any thoughts or comments would be greatly appreciated.
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