sconnie82
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I had a dream recently that began as many dreams do...with no sense of "real life" logic. I was in a large grassy clearing where a picnic was being held. There was an adolescent boy who was mentally impaired who considered it great sport to hurl jagged chunks of rock at the picnic-goers from a corner of the clearing. I was the only person seemingly aware of the random near-misses (the boy was not accurate at all).
From here, the dream got a little stranger and more of what I might consider more than just your average discombobulated dream sequence. I left the clearing and began walking up a hill on a narrow path to leave the rock-hurler and the picnic behind. Up the hill, the path widened somewhat and became a bit of a cobblestone road. I found I was actually leading a group of children along the road, protecting them from the rocks, which were still arriving near our party with decreasing frequency.
Once over the hill (though still walking at an incline up a greater hill), the cobblestone road led into a very old town. The town felt distinctly European. One of the rocks ricocheted off the street and hit a storefront window to my left. When the rock struck the window, the front of the building exploded as if a bomb was detonated. The blast destroyed the window and front door and left charred marks on the road in front of it. At this point, I realized we should be seeking shelter and looked to the building just next to the damaged one.
The building I saw was two-story, white (like a plaster more than brick or wood) and had a large painted emblem or scene on the front. The words that come to mind to describe the emblem are regal or heraldric. Perhaps the picture had roses, or a lion or griffin or something of the sort. I wish I could remember what I saw. The dark wood front door had ornate, wrought iron designs covering it, as if like an aethestic but necessary reinforcement to the aged wood. Next to the door of this building was a gold plaque that read: "Parisian Cafe - Est 1836" with more text below that. I also cannot recall what the text said beyond what was quoted above.
Strangely, I felt strongly that this building would protect us and that it was a town meeting place, where families would meet for social events and meals, not simply the coffee and biscotti-serving cafes we think of today. It was more like an old inn or pub type of place. Also, the fact that the sign called it a Parisian cafe makes me believe I wasn't in Paris or even France, but it was modeled after one.
Anyways, I have no further comment, just thought I'd share a dream with some historical notes that I feel may have a greater significance to myself or my past...perhaps more will be revealed in time, or perhaps not at all.
From here, the dream got a little stranger and more of what I might consider more than just your average discombobulated dream sequence. I left the clearing and began walking up a hill on a narrow path to leave the rock-hurler and the picnic behind. Up the hill, the path widened somewhat and became a bit of a cobblestone road. I found I was actually leading a group of children along the road, protecting them from the rocks, which were still arriving near our party with decreasing frequency.
Once over the hill (though still walking at an incline up a greater hill), the cobblestone road led into a very old town. The town felt distinctly European. One of the rocks ricocheted off the street and hit a storefront window to my left. When the rock struck the window, the front of the building exploded as if a bomb was detonated. The blast destroyed the window and front door and left charred marks on the road in front of it. At this point, I realized we should be seeking shelter and looked to the building just next to the damaged one.
The building I saw was two-story, white (like a plaster more than brick or wood) and had a large painted emblem or scene on the front. The words that come to mind to describe the emblem are regal or heraldric. Perhaps the picture had roses, or a lion or griffin or something of the sort. I wish I could remember what I saw. The dark wood front door had ornate, wrought iron designs covering it, as if like an aethestic but necessary reinforcement to the aged wood. Next to the door of this building was a gold plaque that read: "Parisian Cafe - Est 1836" with more text below that. I also cannot recall what the text said beyond what was quoted above.
Strangely, I felt strongly that this building would protect us and that it was a town meeting place, where families would meet for social events and meals, not simply the coffee and biscotti-serving cafes we think of today. It was more like an old inn or pub type of place. Also, the fact that the sign called it a Parisian cafe makes me believe I wasn't in Paris or even France, but it was modeled after one.
Anyways, I have no further comment, just thought I'd share a dream with some historical notes that I feel may have a greater significance to myself or my past...perhaps more will be revealed in time, or perhaps not at all.
