Part 1:
So... Here's the dream from when I was little, reoccurring from about age 5-17. Same dream, nothing ever changed, but some things became more noticeable if that makes sense.
It starts off walking down an unknown wooded path, but the woods are familiar. Beside me is always this guy. He's dressed in a black hooded robe. I have a fear of him, but later in years it becomes a fear from respect. He seems more like a guide, or a teacher. As we continue down the path, there are 3 voices behind us (though I never see the faces, or turn to see who they are).
These voices that I grew to call "The Calmers". Their presence always brought a sense of peace, and things would be ok. The "5" of us continue down the path for what feels a like a long time as I gather instructions from the man, though they're never spoken. It seems it's like they are being implanted into my head. It's always, "When we arrive, be grateful, respectful, this is a being of importance".
In my younger years of having this dream, it seemed as the man would hold my hand but then didn't as I got older.
The path widens to a clearing circular in shape and there she is.
(Now, this might be hard to explain.)
The most memorable part of all this, is she is the most beautiful color of lavender you will ever see naturally. Luminous but not glowing. (She is very wide, but not as is in fat.) During the discussion, she turns to the side and I can see she is only about an inch in depth. Her beauty is beyond measure, like an Angelic Elf Queen. (If that's even possible to comprehend.) The message she gives is of my duty and that's it's of grave importance that I am successful. (At least that's what I gather) Once again, the voices are muted, but the feelings of the message is laid upon my soul as it were. After her message, the man turns to me and it's implied that "it's time". Just as I start to see his face, which I know is bearded or smoke-ish..
I awake..
(The first few times having this dream. I would awaken in a panic, and scared because I didn't know what to do. Later years I learned to try to listen more calmly but the message was always the same. I never learned what it was that I was supposed to, or rather had the ability to understand what I was supposed to do.)
Part 2:
This is where things get weird.
By this time, I'm 19 and 22 years old. It only reoccurred 2 times, but it starts out in a very Medieval period. I'm laying on a stone table next to the fire place, which is the only light in the room. The man is there. For some reason; It's hard to breathe, impossible to move, pain in every portion of my body, and bloody tears steaming down my face. The man looks toward me and once again, no voices but all the conversation is implied/ implanted.
(I still have yet to see his face)
He says to me, "Hold still, this will hurt more than any pain you have ever endured or will ever feel again". He reaches out to me towards my chest as I look to where his hand is going. I see the hilt end of a sword protruding from me. As he grabs ahold he didn't lie about the pain.
If ever there was a way to describe your soul being ripped from every cell in your body, this was it. It burned so bad I didn't know if my body was on fire or frozen. The feeling of being torn, smashed, and broken into bits, every hair being pulled slowly and individually, but all of the at the same time. This pain ravaged through my body from my toes, my hands, to the very top of my head.
(The first time having this dream I felt myself waking up, but he grabs my shoulder and says "not yet, stay with me". I don't know if I was actually dying, or just waking up. But, as I gathered myself back into the dream, it was a pulse of pain of that started where the sword was and radiated outward through my body.)
With his hand on my shoulder, he begins to pull the sword from its cavity within me. The more of the sword he pulls, the more the pain subsides from my extremities, until the very tip leaves my body. Then once again, a pulse hits me. Except this time, it is of comfort, like an exhale from the pain, but instantly and powerful like a wave. He puts his hand on my other shoulder, as to give me instructions to finish the job.
(During the first dream he fades away as like he dies but I absorb him, his life force, and I learn his name...
I know it's not spelled correctly, but it's how it sounds in my head...Kilaylian or Kilaykian, and I only got to hear it once like a whisper in my ear.
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The second time for the dream, there are things that are different. I don't almost die/wakeup when he pulls the sword, he just puts his hand on my shoulder like to gain leverage to pull with. And then later on I don't absorb him, he's simply standing by the fireplace.. the left hand side which seemed weird to me for some reason too.. but now since the differences are done with I'll continue..)
So with the sword in hand, I feel like a power being infused into me, and it's a sword as "beautiful as the heavens" is the thought that ran through my head. It's designed as a two handed long sword, but your able to wield it with one hand. It's shorter than a long/great sword, the iron of the blade is almost luminescent.
The rest, I've drawn for you.
(Images below this dream post)
P.S. I'm no artist lol
Now as I walk out the door, it is still quite evidently the medieval period. The home is at the bottom of a steep hill, at the top is the castle wall. In front of me, is a long sweeping path and/or road other homes to the right of the path.
Actually, the entire town is to the right of the path. As a rush to the castle wall, to the door/or gate, these small child sized (what I think of as an ash golem) beings come by the hundreds to stop me. Each one I cut down with a swing of the sword, turning them back into an ash that coats the town..
I never make it to the gate, I never make it more than 150 yards from the house I started in before I wake up. And each time I wake up pain and failure just runs rampant through me. The whole day I just have this lost feeling, just utter worthlessness.
I wish I could have this dream again so I could complete it's "quest". Deep down I know it's important. The vividness and how they are etched into my memory, tells me that I'm 40 years old and these are the most memorable things of my childhood I have, that stick out the most.
Both of these dreams they engraved in my memory so hard I can sit back and concentrate.. and its like watching a movie play out in my head .. they feel more real than my real life memories.
-Martin N, KY
40
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