The other morning I had a very vivid ‘dream’ that continues to linger in my mind. The dream was in first person – it was as if I were experiencing the event in that moment as opposed to watching myself have the experience from the third person point of view. The 'dream' left me a bit unsettled but more curious as to what it means ... if anything.
I am in a very dark room. There is light but it is coming from a single source somewhere behind me so there are shadows everywhere in the room. I believe it is night because it is so dark. It is also very cold in the room; it is so cold that I could see my breath in the air. So I assume it is winter time and there is little or no heat in this room. I am not alone in the room.
I am in a very dark room. There is light but it is coming from a single source somewhere behind me so there are shadows everywhere in the room. I believe it is night because it is so dark. It is also very cold in the room; it is so cold that I could see my breath in the air. So I assume it is winter time and there is little or no heat in this room. I am not alone in the room.
There are other people standing around me but I cannot see them or I am not looking at them. My attention is on the young woman sitting in a chair in front of me with her head down and hands resting on the arms of the chair. She is wearing a simple white (?) nightgown. I am only able to see the bottom half of my body but it appears that I am wearing a dress or skirt of some dark colored material. I am standing bent over with my hands on the woman’s shoulders in an effort to get her attention so that I can speak with her. I can feel the presence of the other people in the room with me. They are anxious, fearful, and upset but I am more concerned about the young woman in front of me. I am confident that I can help her but it is important that she respond to me. I am unable to discern what she is feeling. It’s as if there is something blocking me from understanding what she is feeling or what she is going through. I can feel my own heartbeat in my chest as if I had run here to this house (?) from somewhere else.
I repeat two words over and over again but I don’t recognize them. I don’t understand what I am saying to this woman. But in my ‘dream’ I am adamant that she hears me. I know that it is very important that she hear these words; that she understand what I am saying and responds to me.
“Vahday raytrow.” (This is the closest I could come up with as to how it sounded. Maybe it’s French?)
Whatever this means, in my ‘dream’ I am repeating it over and over again. My hands are on the woman’s shoulders and I am shaking her gently at first but I grow more aggressive but she just sits there with her head hung down. I’m not even sure she is conscious.
I remember waking up and telling my husband that I thought I had a dream about an exorcism but after typing this out I don’t feel as if there is no indication that this is what it was.
I repeat two words over and over again but I don’t recognize them. I don’t understand what I am saying to this woman. But in my ‘dream’ I am adamant that she hears me. I know that it is very important that she hear these words; that she understand what I am saying and responds to me.
“Vahday raytrow.” (This is the closest I could come up with as to how it sounded. Maybe it’s French?)
Whatever this means, in my ‘dream’ I am repeating it over and over again. My hands are on the woman’s shoulders and I am shaking her gently at first but I grow more aggressive but she just sits there with her head hung down. I’m not even sure she is conscious.
I remember waking up and telling my husband that I thought I had a dream about an exorcism but after typing this out I don’t feel as if there is no indication that this is what it was.
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