Well, I've been having these weird dreams lately. And, honestly, I couldn't tell you why for.
It's been the best night's sleep I've had in a while, over these past few days, I dually believe it's because of these dreams.
Haha, I've tried telling the "Husband", but he just stops me and says "Helen, you're not making any sense." I just laugh, 'cause it's true!
But, I'll try to write them down as clearly as possible here.
The first part of this dream it etchy, but it has something to do with killing a mythical being. It vaguely reminds me of Gears of War, though I can't be sure.
I was awoken just after this, and quickly went back to sleep. The dream continued from there, this time, I was a black man. His name I can't remember, but it was set in an older time, and some of my family was there. We were under an attack, the German soldiers were killing us.
I hid behind the stairs, or some sort of area, but I could see into the main room where my family was being dragged out. I remember the colors as white and grayish white. There were hardwood floors, and a giant window facing into the yard. I remember one woman vividly, I believe it was my mother. She wore a plain patterned dress, and her dark hair was bound in a bun I recall.
I begged for her to stay with me, but she insisted on fighting. She was taken outside, and I assume, killed. It was only a matter of time before all of the screaming stopped, and the foreign German language escaped my ears. They were gone? I hesitated in this place of safety, the door leading outside now blocking my partial view. It was white as well.
I got out of this hole of sorts, and went to the doorway, I paused and looked around. Now, during several instances, I kind of came out of this body of a black man...and could see him. He wore a plain tan shirt and cut off pants, he had no shoes on. I would then come back into him. I could hear screaming off in the distance, knowing other people were dying. I didn't notice this then, but I recall it now...there was no blood or bodies to be found. But I KNOW they died, because I kind of saw it, and heard gun shots. Out in the distance, bomber planes flew over the unknowing victims. I perceived these next victims as the French, for their dialect in screams sounded so.
Stepping down a narrow stairway, my feet hit ground, and I began to walk around the side of the house. It was hilly property, and hardly any trees. There was a tilted shed directly in front of the house, but my eyes flew to a dog and her puppies that had appeared, they were dark caramel in color. Now, this part, I've done in other dreams. I think it's my way of creating a safety net for dogs. All of a sudden, I had a large steak, and with a free hand I dug a deep hole. Putting the dog and her puppies in it, I dropped the steak there for them to eat. I then covered the hole up. The way I perceive it in my mind, there is a gap between the top layer of soil and the dogs. I'm not sure where I come across with safety on this, but it relieved my person immediately.
Again proceeding around the house, I didn't know what I was doing. But, I looked off into the distance and could see fire and explosions, the sky darkened with rain clouds and smoke. Screams, again, in French but this time there were people coming my direction. I didn't feel alarm, well, slightly for fear the Germans would follow. These distant figures were small, and I just kept walking, but was soon caught up by what I think was two French girls. Young, probably in their early teens, and they asked me "We need the English bombs." I pointed north easterly and told them they were probably buried just past this hill, that way.
Continuing on, I was climbing a small hill on the right side of the property, when I noticed I was being followed by a dark-haired girl. Oh, the two French girls were dressed in what I would assume was attire for school. It was a dark jacket, probably a red tie, which was faded in my dream. Skirts. Dark hair, tied in two braid settled on their shoulders. One had bangs, her eyes were dark, pale skin.
The girl that followed me now was of the same stature. Instead of showing the two girls where the "English bombs" were, I instead got on an older motorcycle next to me. It was a pull-start motorcycle, kind of like a snow machine, which is weird. I finally got it to start, and the gas gauge was interesting. I think it had your normal 1/2, 1/4 lines, but for full it was N and empty it was ED. The gauge lingered close to ED.
The handlebars were small and silver, not regular sized, and came immediately out of the steering column of the cycle. Then I noticed I had returned to the normal me, was a woman, and drove off with the girl on the back. I realized, and was waking up at this time, that I felt a really weird sensation on my inner thighs. It seemed I was "living" the dream. I woke up shortly after taking off, my heartbeat racing.
Unfortunately, since I hadn't written this in one sitting, I forgot the second dream. I'm sure bits and pieces will come back to me. If they do, I'll write them here. Lord knows other dreams from months ago still linger.