I wanted to tell about a dream to my HEthen friends to se what they thought about this dream I had. Everything was so vivid, I woke up and wrote it down in my dream journal immediately. This could or could not be a regression, but let’s see what you think!
Here it is:
I was running through a field, it was very farmlike. I was running with a black man – not playfully, full on sprint like we were escaping something. We jumped a fence and we were stopped by several white men with 2 bloodhound/german shepherd looking dogs.
They made the other man run back in the direction from which we came. They set the dog loose – I remember vividly seeing one man holding it by the collar and it was snarling, gnashing, barking wildly. The dog ran after my friend and I lost sight of both of them in the distance. The dog eventually came back, with its muzzle covered in blood. I said, after they told me it was my turn, something like this – “I can’t run that fast – if he didnt make it, then I certainly wont.” I think at that point I was just killed on the spot, because my dream changed after that.
I was at a tale with a figure in a black robe – looked very similar to a ring wraith from lord of the rings – couldn’t see a face, eyes, and its hands were covered in white gloves. It didn’t speak at all, only talked in hand gestures. It was sitting at a table, and I was standing in front of it. It gestured for me to go to a table to the left. This table was stacked with domino-sized wood blocks. It motioned for me to pick one up and bring it to him (all this said with hand gestures). I picked one up and slid it across his table to him. He slid it across the table and motioned for me to look at it again. It had a name written across it now, something along the lines of “Patricia Leone”. I remember thinking something like “it’s not her time yet” and I had some other objection to it. I don’t remember the meaning of what he gestured next, but I felt that I had understood.