K
Kateet
Guest
This is probably only the first installment.
I held off for a couple days because I didn't
know where to begin. Finally, I decided to
begin with the 'dream' that made it obvious
to me something unusual was happening.
One night when I was sixteen years old, I
went to sleep as usual. At some point, I went
into the dream state as we cycle in and out
of normally, and my concious mind 'seemed' to
transfer into the body of a small child.
From my pov, I was not concious and then I
was concious...and completely disoriented. It
didn't help that I was immediately lifted
from behind and swung up into a covered
carriage. It did help that I wasn't in con-
trol of the body. I was confused but she was
not. She scrambled up on a long bench and
sat next to an elderly woman.
An elderly man climbed in next, pulled a fur
over our laps and his own as he sat down. The
door closed and moments later the carriage
jerked and lurched forward.
I was amazed by the physical sensations I
could feel. It was very cold. I could hear
the elderly couple talking. I could hear the
horses hooves, the tolling of bells at some
distance, occasional voices outside raised
in a shout, the creaking of carriage as it
swayed. I was so amazed.
Today, this memory is just like any memory
you might of early childhood. Faces are very
indistinct. I don't remember what was said.
I remember feeling my hands, just like MY
hands, pushed into a piece of rolled up fur.
There was fur inside and outside, like the
cover. Two furs, sewn together. Realizing I
could take control, I did so and pulled my
hand out to stroke the fur cover.
The elderly woman reached over and gently
tucked my hand back into the rolled up fur.
"Francis," she scolded, "It is too cold."
She wasn't speaking English but I could
understand her.
I thought this couldn't really be happening
because I don't know this language, well
somewhat, but not enough to easily understand
what was said. I'd taken two years of
Spanish and knew they were speaking Spanish
but I the accent was completely foreign to me
from what I learned in school or heard on
the California streets (and schools).
I didn't trust myself to speak however. I
pushed my hands in deeper and concentrated
on just taking in as much as I could. I was
obviously a child, fairly young but I could
not really tell (I'd guess four to seven).
So, I LOOKED around and I LISTENED and I
SNIFFED the odors (mostly oils and leathers)
until we arrived wherever we were going.
The carriage turned. I saw what looked like
a gate or a 'hole', an opening in a wall.
The clopping of the horses' hooves changed
immediately. The echo was different. We
pulled into what seemed to be a tunnel and
it was very dark in the carriage. The carriage gave a bounce, the door whooshed
open and the old man pulled away the cover.
He climbed out. I stood up too knowing to
follow and was swung down. I was standing on
paving stones in front of stone steps. The
old man was at the top of the steps opening
a door. I followed him and the old woman
came after me. We went inside. There were
people who began helping us remove our outer
clothing. A woman asked a question and I
knew what she'd said, asking about church.
I remember that because now I knew where we
had just come from to the house. The dream
faded.......
It was very, very different. It was lucid
and real. Somehow, I'd experienced twenty or
so realtime minutes in the life of a young
girl. It was as distinctly real as any time
in my present life. When I woke up, vague
memories of a recent and perfectly normal
dream still clung but quickly faded and I
remembered Francis.
I realized then that I'd had several dreams
about Francis in the past. I wasn't sure how
many because they were so much like normal
dreams that they didn't really stand out. I
knew that she had been of various ages but
they were fairly vague. Over the next year
and a half, or so, I'd have many more dreams,
some like normal dreams and a few, very few,
as realistic as this one.
I'll have to give some thought as to how to
continue the narrative. In meantime, any
comments would be appreciative. In particular
I have always wondered if anyone else has
every experienced spontaneous and vivid
dreams, memories or visions similar to this
or has ever been lucid (self-aware) during a
flashback experience.
I held off for a couple days because I didn't
know where to begin. Finally, I decided to
begin with the 'dream' that made it obvious
to me something unusual was happening.
One night when I was sixteen years old, I
went to sleep as usual. At some point, I went
into the dream state as we cycle in and out
of normally, and my concious mind 'seemed' to
transfer into the body of a small child.
From my pov, I was not concious and then I
was concious...and completely disoriented. It
didn't help that I was immediately lifted
from behind and swung up into a covered
carriage. It did help that I wasn't in con-
trol of the body. I was confused but she was
not. She scrambled up on a long bench and
sat next to an elderly woman.
An elderly man climbed in next, pulled a fur
over our laps and his own as he sat down. The
door closed and moments later the carriage
jerked and lurched forward.
I was amazed by the physical sensations I
could feel. It was very cold. I could hear
the elderly couple talking. I could hear the
horses hooves, the tolling of bells at some
distance, occasional voices outside raised
in a shout, the creaking of carriage as it
swayed. I was so amazed.
Today, this memory is just like any memory
you might of early childhood. Faces are very
indistinct. I don't remember what was said.
I remember feeling my hands, just like MY
hands, pushed into a piece of rolled up fur.
There was fur inside and outside, like the
cover. Two furs, sewn together. Realizing I
could take control, I did so and pulled my
hand out to stroke the fur cover.
The elderly woman reached over and gently
tucked my hand back into the rolled up fur.
"Francis," she scolded, "It is too cold."
She wasn't speaking English but I could
understand her.
I thought this couldn't really be happening
because I don't know this language, well
somewhat, but not enough to easily understand
what was said. I'd taken two years of
Spanish and knew they were speaking Spanish
but I the accent was completely foreign to me
from what I learned in school or heard on
the California streets (and schools).
I didn't trust myself to speak however. I
pushed my hands in deeper and concentrated
on just taking in as much as I could. I was
obviously a child, fairly young but I could
not really tell (I'd guess four to seven).
So, I LOOKED around and I LISTENED and I
SNIFFED the odors (mostly oils and leathers)
until we arrived wherever we were going.
The carriage turned. I saw what looked like
a gate or a 'hole', an opening in a wall.
The clopping of the horses' hooves changed
immediately. The echo was different. We
pulled into what seemed to be a tunnel and
it was very dark in the carriage. The carriage gave a bounce, the door whooshed
open and the old man pulled away the cover.
He climbed out. I stood up too knowing to
follow and was swung down. I was standing on
paving stones in front of stone steps. The
old man was at the top of the steps opening
a door. I followed him and the old woman
came after me. We went inside. There were
people who began helping us remove our outer
clothing. A woman asked a question and I
knew what she'd said, asking about church.
I remember that because now I knew where we
had just come from to the house. The dream
faded.......
It was very, very different. It was lucid
and real. Somehow, I'd experienced twenty or
so realtime minutes in the life of a young
girl. It was as distinctly real as any time
in my present life. When I woke up, vague
memories of a recent and perfectly normal
dream still clung but quickly faded and I
remembered Francis.
I realized then that I'd had several dreams
about Francis in the past. I wasn't sure how
many because they were so much like normal
dreams that they didn't really stand out. I
knew that she had been of various ages but
they were fairly vague. Over the next year
and a half, or so, I'd have many more dreams,
some like normal dreams and a few, very few,
as realistic as this one.
I'll have to give some thought as to how to
continue the narrative. In meantime, any
comments would be appreciative. In particular
I have always wondered if anyone else has
every experienced spontaneous and vivid
dreams, memories or visions similar to this
or has ever been lucid (self-aware) during a
flashback experience.