alaskanlaughter
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im going to post something about a very strange dream, it might be long 
ever since i was little, ive dreamed of trying to get back to this valley, some of it i know is NOT pl dreams but the goal is the same, sometimes im with my dad and sister in this life, sometimes alone, never with anyone else but dad n sis...i know its a valley off in the national park that lies somewhat near where we grew up in alaska...in real life ive never had an interest in anything in that wilderness off in the park, but in my dreams i know the direction to go...sometimes we try to cross a waterfall by going up the cliff and across it, we never make it and dad falls to the bottom...sometimes im on a really high road up in the air and then the road ends and i think if i can just jump far enough i will make it "across" to this valley, but i dont and i just fall clear outta the sky towards teh ground....these dreams ive dismissed as perhaps symbolic of something because it doesnt have any signs of PL dreams except im still trying to get to that valley
but there's been other dreams...a few in particular, where im already in that valley and im an old, tough MALE goldminer and i walk into this restaurant(?) or store(?) made out of logs and its winter and i see a lot of oldfashioned gear and barrels of food and people are also sitting at a counter and i see posters on teh walls but i never looked closely at them...im with dad and hannah but they dont look like themselves, they also are tough old miners...we've made a long trek and other dreams ive seen us three walking through huge drifts of snow trying to follow a road or path..whatever we had been traveling on broke or quit and we were out on foot, it was cold and windy but i dont remember the cold getting to me very much, i must have been dressed warmly...at that time it didnt register too much that i was in this long-sought valley, i felt like i'd been there a long time and it was no big deal that i was here
but the other night i had a dream about being a much younger goldminer...it was spring, i think, and the valley was fairly small, i could see it better without the snow and darkness...it was light brown mountains, not too tall, and the valley itself was a dried up riverbed, what once had been a big river, because the valley was bigger than just a little river...a small trickle of water still ran through the middle of the valley and nothing had bloomed yet on the hillsides...i was returning from some trip to scout for gold(?) and i had been gone awhile...my focus wasnt on the valley itself although i was very happy to be back, my focus was on the woman standing near the river, she had long brown hair pulled into a bun at the back of her neck and a blue skirt and white top, or maybe it was all a dress, that was my wife and i knew it was don ( my husband in this life) and i was SO thrilled to see her again, i ran to her and threw my arms around her and knocked her over :laugh: we were kissing and i thrust my hips against her but that was all (sorry i know that sounds crude)
then i realized what that ringing sound was in my ears, i stood up and dragged her up with me and said "listen"..the ringing had started when i first walked into the valley and now it was stronger and through my whole head, a metallic shrill ringing and it was gold calling me...i felt euphoric, all these times i'd spend searching for it and it was right here in teh valley where we made our home, i felt like my body was buzzing and i faintly wondered if i'd gone mad...my wife (im pretty sure her name started with a B) looked at me like i was indeed crazy and i knew she couldnt hear it...i was ecstatic and euphoric, like riding a high of some sort...i scanned the hills already plotting where to go look to find the gold that was literally calling me...and thats the end of that dream...wow i can still feel that buzz of excitement as i write this
even if no one responds, at least it helps me to write this all out and make some connections...i think my first dreams were of later in that life, being the old miner and the last dream must have been first cuz i was younger...and i think the very first dreams when i was younger was maybe some form of spirit yearning to go back there? or an attempt? and maybe dad and sis were there because they were with me in that past life....i dunno, any thoughts would be appreciated
ever since i was little, ive dreamed of trying to get back to this valley, some of it i know is NOT pl dreams but the goal is the same, sometimes im with my dad and sister in this life, sometimes alone, never with anyone else but dad n sis...i know its a valley off in the national park that lies somewhat near where we grew up in alaska...in real life ive never had an interest in anything in that wilderness off in the park, but in my dreams i know the direction to go...sometimes we try to cross a waterfall by going up the cliff and across it, we never make it and dad falls to the bottom...sometimes im on a really high road up in the air and then the road ends and i think if i can just jump far enough i will make it "across" to this valley, but i dont and i just fall clear outta the sky towards teh ground....these dreams ive dismissed as perhaps symbolic of something because it doesnt have any signs of PL dreams except im still trying to get to that valley
but there's been other dreams...a few in particular, where im already in that valley and im an old, tough MALE goldminer and i walk into this restaurant(?) or store(?) made out of logs and its winter and i see a lot of oldfashioned gear and barrels of food and people are also sitting at a counter and i see posters on teh walls but i never looked closely at them...im with dad and hannah but they dont look like themselves, they also are tough old miners...we've made a long trek and other dreams ive seen us three walking through huge drifts of snow trying to follow a road or path..whatever we had been traveling on broke or quit and we were out on foot, it was cold and windy but i dont remember the cold getting to me very much, i must have been dressed warmly...at that time it didnt register too much that i was in this long-sought valley, i felt like i'd been there a long time and it was no big deal that i was here
but the other night i had a dream about being a much younger goldminer...it was spring, i think, and the valley was fairly small, i could see it better without the snow and darkness...it was light brown mountains, not too tall, and the valley itself was a dried up riverbed, what once had been a big river, because the valley was bigger than just a little river...a small trickle of water still ran through the middle of the valley and nothing had bloomed yet on the hillsides...i was returning from some trip to scout for gold(?) and i had been gone awhile...my focus wasnt on the valley itself although i was very happy to be back, my focus was on the woman standing near the river, she had long brown hair pulled into a bun at the back of her neck and a blue skirt and white top, or maybe it was all a dress, that was my wife and i knew it was don ( my husband in this life) and i was SO thrilled to see her again, i ran to her and threw my arms around her and knocked her over :laugh: we were kissing and i thrust my hips against her but that was all (sorry i know that sounds crude)
then i realized what that ringing sound was in my ears, i stood up and dragged her up with me and said "listen"..the ringing had started when i first walked into the valley and now it was stronger and through my whole head, a metallic shrill ringing and it was gold calling me...i felt euphoric, all these times i'd spend searching for it and it was right here in teh valley where we made our home, i felt like my body was buzzing and i faintly wondered if i'd gone mad...my wife (im pretty sure her name started with a B) looked at me like i was indeed crazy and i knew she couldnt hear it...i was ecstatic and euphoric, like riding a high of some sort...i scanned the hills already plotting where to go look to find the gold that was literally calling me...and thats the end of that dream...wow i can still feel that buzz of excitement as i write this
even if no one responds, at least it helps me to write this all out and make some connections...i think my first dreams were of later in that life, being the old miner and the last dream must have been first cuz i was younger...and i think the very first dreams when i was younger was maybe some form of spirit yearning to go back there? or an attempt? and maybe dad and sis were there because they were with me in that past life....i dunno, any thoughts would be appreciated
i was absolutely shocked and got that cold chills feeling that i've read others talk about on here....and then i looked up photos of valleys in that national park and found that the light brown hills of my dreams look just like the photos i found....wow