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A few weeks ago I had a strange dream, one that I recall having once before about 10 years ago when I was 12 or maybe 11ish. From the amount of detail that I recall from this dream, which I shall disclose in a little bit, I get the feeling that it wasn’t just another one those random dreams but one perhaps from a long distant past life. As for possible origins, I have not a clue, maybe prior to ancient Egypt or during Atlantis or Lemuria? Anyway here’s what I recall:
I’m trolling along inside a metallic-organic-living luxury cruise-like vessel toward, what I interpreted as, the captain’s (or queen’s?) bridge to get permission to step outside the ship.
There were also a bunch of ‘kids’ like me, age range 10-15, throughout the vessel and in order to explore the outside we had to get the captain’s permission…
I remember thinking “this will be easy-peasy because she’s (the captain) my aunt”. Then once inside the bridge I saw the captain sitting in a weird looking, but comfortable, chair overlooking the ship’s front. She smiled at me, like she knew what it was I came to ask, and said “you can go out, but be careful.” So like a grinning child with a new toy, I ran out to the gangway which was a set of stone/metal-like stairs that led to the outside port.
The exit, however, was blocked with some twisted metal rods that formed a strange looking fence, I think it was there to defer my fellow peers from leaving the ship without asking… But without much thought or difficulty I climbed over the fence and stepped onto solid ground. Looking all around the ship, which looked like a walnut and was slightly organic yet metallic at the same time, was parked beside an island in the sky above the clouds. The island was connected to another island by a long narrow sandstone bridge. And so my feet led me to cross the bridge, and as I crossed I remember thinking how nice it was to feel the warm air blowing through my hair.
Once on the other side I noticed two things: a slightly raised pasture filled with sheep and a stone road. As I walked along the road, glancing all around, I was caught off guard by a the presence of a little girl walking towards me. She had very pale white skin, a small narrow nose, platinum blond hair held together in a high ponytail tied off to one side, and very large blue almond shaped eyes. She was dressed in a long pale lavender tunic with steel grey pants and flats. We said nothing but nodded to each other as a form of acknowledging the other’s existence.
Onward on the road I went until I came across my dad, not my present dad, waiting for me on a bench. He said that everyone else was waiting and took me by the hand and led me to the side of the road parallel to the sheep pasture. At the edge of the road was an extremely steep drop off and below in a grassy field I could see my aunts and their husbands sitting on what appeared to be some sort of picnic blanket. My dad then jumped down, dragging me with him. Let’s just say I was terrified thinking that we’d hit the ground hard. But just a few feet from the ground our bodies’ speed slowed down and we floated down onto the grass like a feather.
Then we joined my relatives on the blanket. It seemed as though we were waiting for some sort of concert or festival to start. After a while I got a little to hot from the beaming sun and told them that I’d be back a little later when it was closer to the time of the festival. After waving goodbye I climbed a set of stone stairs which were embedded into the hillside leading back to the road and I then crossed the sandstone bridge. As I was approaching the funky wired fence I saw the same strange girl again staring at the fence as if pondering something. Standing beside her was an older lady, maybe her nanny or her mom? We once again nodded to each other and I headed back into the ship. And that’s pretty much it.
Does anyone have a clue or idea as to the time period from which this memory could have came from? 😕
Oh and here’s a picture of a mountain that I always pass by on the way to my grandparents’ house called “Pilot Mountain” that I think it maybe a petrified walnut airship. Or it could just be my imagination…
And according to the Pilot Mountain State Park’s page:
the native Saura Indians, the earliest known inhabitants of the region, Pilot Mountain was known as Jomeokee, the “Great Guide” or “Pilot.”
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