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So, a little bit of background - I'm an everyday 25 year old who works a boring job, reads a lot of books and drinks a lot of coffee. While a part of me believes in 'weirdness' or fortean-ish instances, I am mostly skeptical. I haven't had anything really strange ever happen to me that I didn't feel like could probably be blamed on my subconscious. However, there was one dream/incident that really unsettled me.
Last spring, I awoke from a strange, vivid dream. I remember it threw me off because it was coherent and chronological, unlike my usual mashed together puzzles of dreams I usually had, so I wrote it down in my journal.
I dreamt that I was a child, around 12 years old, and I was running through a wide, grassy field towards a group of trees at the bottom of a gentle slope. I was with a small group of other youngsters - about 4 or 5 of us altogether. Strangely enough, we were all wearing what looked like Victorian era clothing. I distinctly remember the sun shining brightly and feeling warm against my face. I remember us laughing as we ran, and feeling incredibly happy.
We slowed down as we entered the woods at the edge of the field, and I remember the coolness I felt as we stepped into the shade. There was a wide stream there, and we began to assemble fishing rods.
The weird thing is (I realized after I awoke how strange it was, but in the dream thought nothing of it), that there were beavers everywhere. Beavers just sitting there, on the shore, in the water, on the rocks.
We fished quietly for a while. Then, the only other girl in the group spoke up. She appeared to be the oldest (about 14 years), and had long brown hair. She was perched on top of a small boulder with her pole. "We'll have to visit the old bridge later," she said in a sort of know-it-all kind of voice, and I remember feeling irritated with her for some reason. Suddenly, she looked past all the other kids in the group and stared straight at me, silently for a moment. I stared back at her, and then I woke up.
I wrote the dream down and forgot about it until that summer, when I went to visit my uncle in the Catskills. One afternoon, as we drove down the road with thick woods rolling past us, all the trees suddenly fell away, and a field came into view. Which really should have meant nothing, there are millions of fields and meadows and grassy expanses in the Catskills. But for some reason, this particular field struck something in me. I looked at it and felt confused. It rolled down a gentle slope, and the woods met at its edge. And then I felt both frightened and silly instantaneously - frightened because I realized it was exactly the field from my dream, silly because that was a ridiculous thing to believe. As we got closer, I saw a stream past the trees, and turned to my uncle in the driver's seat.
"Are there beavers here?" I asked him.
He glanced at me with this kind of surprised, amused expression on his face and said, "The locals call it Beaver Stream. There's so many damn beavers here they can't stand it." He laughed and continued driving.
His comment hit me like a sock in the gut, and I was beginning to feel immensely creeped out by the sense of familiarity I got from this place. And then suddenly, we were driving across a small, old, stone bridge. My stomach fluttered. I felt ridiculous, and yet something about it all was just so eerie.
Later, I attempted to describe it all to my boyfriend - the dream, the field, the bridge - saying it outloud made me feel even crazier. He laughed gently and put an arm around my shoulder, trying to give me explanations (maybe I had been there before when I was little, a lot of fields look alike, etc.). I know it's probably true, but I still can't shake the feeling I had when I saw that place in person.
Anyway, I figured if there was any place to share this, it would be here. And please don't get offended that I said I felt 'silly' with my experience, or that I have a lot of skepticism - I am not trying to discount your own experiences. I guess what I was trying to say was that I take everything with a grain of salt, and that growing up in a very cynical, conservative environment has simply made it hard for me to believe things at first take.
Thanks for listening
It made me feel a little better to share this.
Last spring, I awoke from a strange, vivid dream. I remember it threw me off because it was coherent and chronological, unlike my usual mashed together puzzles of dreams I usually had, so I wrote it down in my journal.
I dreamt that I was a child, around 12 years old, and I was running through a wide, grassy field towards a group of trees at the bottom of a gentle slope. I was with a small group of other youngsters - about 4 or 5 of us altogether. Strangely enough, we were all wearing what looked like Victorian era clothing. I distinctly remember the sun shining brightly and feeling warm against my face. I remember us laughing as we ran, and feeling incredibly happy.
We slowed down as we entered the woods at the edge of the field, and I remember the coolness I felt as we stepped into the shade. There was a wide stream there, and we began to assemble fishing rods.
The weird thing is (I realized after I awoke how strange it was, but in the dream thought nothing of it), that there were beavers everywhere. Beavers just sitting there, on the shore, in the water, on the rocks.
We fished quietly for a while. Then, the only other girl in the group spoke up. She appeared to be the oldest (about 14 years), and had long brown hair. She was perched on top of a small boulder with her pole. "We'll have to visit the old bridge later," she said in a sort of know-it-all kind of voice, and I remember feeling irritated with her for some reason. Suddenly, she looked past all the other kids in the group and stared straight at me, silently for a moment. I stared back at her, and then I woke up.
I wrote the dream down and forgot about it until that summer, when I went to visit my uncle in the Catskills. One afternoon, as we drove down the road with thick woods rolling past us, all the trees suddenly fell away, and a field came into view. Which really should have meant nothing, there are millions of fields and meadows and grassy expanses in the Catskills. But for some reason, this particular field struck something in me. I looked at it and felt confused. It rolled down a gentle slope, and the woods met at its edge. And then I felt both frightened and silly instantaneously - frightened because I realized it was exactly the field from my dream, silly because that was a ridiculous thing to believe. As we got closer, I saw a stream past the trees, and turned to my uncle in the driver's seat.
"Are there beavers here?" I asked him.
He glanced at me with this kind of surprised, amused expression on his face and said, "The locals call it Beaver Stream. There's so many damn beavers here they can't stand it." He laughed and continued driving.
His comment hit me like a sock in the gut, and I was beginning to feel immensely creeped out by the sense of familiarity I got from this place. And then suddenly, we were driving across a small, old, stone bridge. My stomach fluttered. I felt ridiculous, and yet something about it all was just so eerie.
Later, I attempted to describe it all to my boyfriend - the dream, the field, the bridge - saying it outloud made me feel even crazier. He laughed gently and put an arm around my shoulder, trying to give me explanations (maybe I had been there before when I was little, a lot of fields look alike, etc.). I know it's probably true, but I still can't shake the feeling I had when I saw that place in person.
Anyway, I figured if there was any place to share this, it would be here. And please don't get offended that I said I felt 'silly' with my experience, or that I have a lot of skepticism - I am not trying to discount your own experiences. I guess what I was trying to say was that I take everything with a grain of salt, and that growing up in a very cynical, conservative environment has simply made it hard for me to believe things at first take.
Thanks for listening
It made me feel a little better to share this.
